“I told you that this would rock the boat. Literally, it was all anyone could talk about”
ITwas a disaster. A full-blown, mince-no-words, everyone’s-thinking-it disaster.
To start with, the clothing was the wrong shade of blue. While Mommy’s purchases had the family decked out in a smoky sort of light blue that looked like a summer day after a rainstorm, Libby had found pretty knit pieces in a light blue that looked like it belonged on an “It’s a Boy” balloon. In Target, of all places.
After giving up on the shade, she had felt vindicated about the price. She herself had a two-piece set in the exact right shade, but the kids were Target bedecked.
And they were mad about it. Very, very mad.
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