Saturday, July 21, 2012

Is your cup half empty or half full?

I went for the title of "Mom of the Year" this morning.  Pretty sure I earned it!  Little guy decided last night that he was going to participate in a karate tournament scheduled for this morning.  Only thing was...he needed a mouth guard and an athletic cup.  So, being the awesome mom that I am, I showed up at the sporting goods store first thing this morning.  I tackled the mouth guard first.  The selection was HUGE, but, luckily, they all looked about the same aside from color.  Snip-snap, I grabbed the cheapest one and headed on to the athletic cup section.  There were rows upon rows of the darn things.  They varied in color and size.  I stood there staring, my mouth slightly agape (which I corrected as soon as I noticed I was doing it), and had a real clear understanding of what our guys feel when we send them off to get us feminine products at the store.  OK, so clearly I needed help, but there was no way I wanted some sales guy to approach me.  I mean, really, how do you ask for advice on such things.  It's not like a guy going in to a Victoria's Secret shop and saying "Oh, yeah, she's about your size."  OK, it's kind of like that, but totally much worse.

I went through the process of pulling different ones off, looking through the packaging from the front and sides.  I looked at ones that came with some sort of frisky little outfit that does something for containment, I'm sure.  I looked at ones designed for the "youth" of today and ones for those who have "man"ned up.  I came to the conclusion that this was WAY beyond my level of expertise.  I looked at the mouth guard package, still in my hand, and I decided that if price worked for me with that, then I'd use the same method with the athletic cup.  I quickly grabbed the cheapest "youth" and "man" sizes, sans frisky outfit, and headed to the front.  I figured I'd make the kid choose between the two.

The little guy was up and ready when I got home, a mere thirty minutes after I'd left, thank you very much.  Happy to report that the first one he chose was a fit.  So relieved...I don't think I would've had the nerve to return a "tried on" cup.

Little guy:  "I'll keep this one."  He buzzed by me and placed it upon my head.  I freaked my freak, just as he'd hoped.  I do aim to please after all.

Me:  "It's a cup, not a cap!!!"  Me running off to wash my hair...already thinking of just how I'll get him back...hmmmmmmmm.....

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