Once she had recovered from the near-miss at the Splat Ball stand, The Child was more reluctant to venture too far from me. This suited me fine as the mall was by now getting fairly crowded and I was getting tired.
She inquires what I was doing right before I came to get her. I tell her, I was looking at pans in Macy’s.
Oh! she says. I just remembered I need to look at something in Macy’s, too.
We head to Macy’s, where I am instructed to wait among the handbags on the first floor, while she heads the escalator, to housewares.
My phone pings with a text.
If u were to have the most perfect set of pots ever, than what would it be? she asks.
Uh-oh. I do not want to send her over to All-Clad or Le Creuset and have The Child realize that Mommy has champagne taste and The Child has a beer budget.
Ohhh, I don’t really need pots, I reply. I need baking pans.
Also, I add, almost all my corningware has been broken.
Okay, thanks! She replies.
A few minutes later, the phone pings again.
So, she wants to know, you mean the kind of pans you would put in an oven?
Yes, I tell her.
Okay, she says. And then: Does it matter what kind of metal they are made out of?
Aluminum works very well, usually, I tell her.
Okay, thanks!!!!! comes the reply.
She comes down the escalator not too long after, with a large bag and a pleased expression. I’m done, she says.
Then she adds, I hope you won’t be able to guess what I got you.
No, I tell her. I won’t even try. I love surprises. Especially when they are happy ones.