Band On The Run

I have learnt that when a girl tells you at 5:40 she needs a new hair band then there is little point in arguing with her. Making her aware just how long your day has been, or just how tired and hungry you are is just white noise to someone who has it in their head that no way on this planet Earth can she be seen tomorrow wearing the hair band that appeared to do the job quite adequately today.

This is why we found ourselves driving into town to get to Claire's before they shut (as it turns out there was no rush as they shut at 8pm on  Monday).

So we now have hair band and a happy daughter. I have a sneaking feeling that if it had been mummy picking her up then this journey would not have happened. That's because you women don't fall for these tricks that you women play.

This is not a new phenomenon. We have numerous "emergencies" at the end of the day that various shops in the town centre have had to rescue. I blame late night opening. If all shops shut at 5pm my life would be so much easier.

All that said, if she's happy, I'm happy.