Tell me the boy isn't smart...

Saturday afternoon I promised to take the kids to the Outlet Mall to look for some spring clothes and shoes. As we were getting ready to go, one of Harrison's friends called and invited him to come over and play. Harrison decided that sounded like more fun than shopping but he made me promise to buy him some new shoes even if he wasn't with us.

On the way to the mall, we dropped Harrison off for his playdate. He and the little boy have been friends since the beginning of kindergarten but this was Harrison's first time going to their house. When I left, he was fine and hugged and kissed me three times before I got out the door.

It took us about twenty minutes to get across town to the mall. Right after we had walked into the first store, my phone rang. I picked it up and it was the little boy's mom telling me that Harrison was crying and wanting to come home. I talked to Harrison and tried to get him to stop being upset and stay but he didn't want to hear that. The more I talked, the harder he cried. So I promised him that we would finish up at the store and I would come and get him.

We got about halfway there and I got a text that Harrison was feeling better but at that point it wasn't worth turning around and going home so we went on and picked him up. When I got there he was playing but as soon as he saw me he turned his sad face on. The first thing he asked after I got out of the car was "did you get my shoes?" Seriously?

On the drive home I tried to talk to him about his fear and why he had so much anxiety. Then I explained that it had taken me twenty minutes to drive to the mall and twenty  minutes to drive back and that he had "wasted an hour of my time" because I had to turn straight around and come back without getting my shopping done. I asked him if he had anything to say about that, to which he replied "It wasn't an hour, it was just 40 minutes."