When we came back to the States after four years in Central America, I was excited to go shopping at a big mall in Dallas. My cousin had invited me, and each of us took along our four-year-old daughter. My Sara was the eldest of three, and I thought going shopping with only one child be a treat, though, of course I was always aware that Sara was not easy to keep up with. She had been diagnosed as being hyperactive–that was before we ever heard about attention-deficit disorder.
Well, I couldn’t really shop much because I couldn’t turn loose of Sara for a minute. It wasn’t that she would wander off—she would dart off before I could blink. Evidently, I forgot for just a moment and stopped to look at some lovely article of clothing. Suddenly I heard a little voice from a couple of aisles away calling loudly, “Mommy, this lady doesn’t have any panties on! MOMMY! This LADY doesn’t have any PAAAAANTIES . . . !” I followed the voice and found her as fast as I could.
She was looking under the dress of a manikin. Other shoppers had stopped and turned to watch with amusement. I felt like saying, “Come on, little girl, let’s go find your mommy.” Sara said she liked the bright silver sandals, and when she bent to look more closely, she happened to notice . . . .