Your mother’s idea of a good time when she visits Los Angeles is going to Old Navy. So we went. While your mother piled her selections high in her arms, you clearly had a different agenda. First, we visited the mannequins. When they wouldn’t talk to you, you explored the depths behind the clothes racks. Still your mother piled her purchases up. Eventually, you noticed the gigantic wall of flip flops. In all colors. In all sizes. You smiled that two-year-old smile at me, the one that melts my heart. And soon enough we were picking out purple flip flops in your size. Hope you like ‘em Sadie. They were on sale, too!