It's a beautiful June day in Arizona. My cousin has elected me to be her wedding dress shopper helper (EXCITED SQUEAL!). I find out the day before that David won't be able to take Ethan for the day. Damn..That leaves me without a car. My MIL kindly offers hers, but she won't be able to watch Ethan either. Damn...Looks like he'll be stuck with the gals on a day filled with white and tulle. It's OK, Danni has to bring her son too.
We head out in anticipation of finding her the perfect (and pocket book friendly) dress. I know just the place! The Arizona Bridal Warehouse! I bought my dress there for a freaking STEAL ($200 anyone? Hell yeah!). I thought, "Yeah, we can get her an awesome dress there!" We head to Mesa to take a look.
Now, let me set the scene for you a little. When you walk in, there are racks of dresses and two risers full of mannequins that are wearing some of the stores best gowns to the right. To the left are dressing rooms, veils and other items. Directly in front of you is a desk and a cash register. We are warmly greeted by two women who promptly start talking to Danni about what she's looking for in a gown while I tend to the boys. Once they get that she's just looking, we're off on our own. We had to the back of the store, grab a few gowns she likes and pop into a dressing room to try them on. We find one she looks BEAUTIFUL in, and are surprised by the $600 price tag. We decide to head farther back, to the clearance section to see if they might have one similar with a smaller price.
The boys are getting antsy, and on the way to the clearance section, Ethan is saying to his cousin, "Hey, Brandon, watch this..Watch..Brandon, are you watching?" While doing little jumps and scissor kicks and turns. And then, it happens.
On one of Ethan's jumps/scissor kicks he hits a mannequin wearing a $4,000 dollar gown..Yes, I saw the price tag. You remember these things. Danni and I both make a grab for the mannequin. It slips past our fingers, and in mouth open shock, we watch as the mannequins domino across the store. Down they all go, falling against each other in all their thousands of dollar, sequined glory. It was easily 40 mannequin brides. We looked at each other. We looked at Ethan, who was oblivious and had gotten Brandon to join in on some air guitar. A sales clerk came rushing around the corner. I apologized. She said, "Oh, it happens all the time." Really, does it happen all the time? Does a 3 year old routinely come into your store and drop all of your merchandise with a scissor kick to the plastic thigh? I hope that doesn't happen all the time.
After we apologized, we collected out children and got the hell outta there. We went to another bridal store 6 miles down the rode and bought the same dress for $300. After dropping it off at her grandmother's house (my aunt's) we drove back to her place to giggle the story out to her fiance.
And that is why you should not take a toddler shopping for wedding dresses.
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I could so picture that in my head - and it was hilarious! As you know, i bought my wedding dress yesterday and there were two small girls there ( about 4 and 5ish ) and they were enough of a handful for there mum. I think the sales lady had almost had enough of them playing with the mirrors and touching all the dresses...
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