Texan Specialities

On the way to ballet last week, mom forced us to take the metro.  She's not a huge fan of the metro, mainly because it tends to be a little too hectic with two toddlers, a stroller, a scooter, snacks, winter coats, French dog poo (which is like actually a thing here), and missing metro tickets. But, it was cold. Let's not forget mom is from San Diego.

The metro was packed as usual. Mom signed me up for the one class across town during rush hour. Genius. When we finally came up for air, I realized my pink "real tree" camouflage reindeer was gone.  In my usual fashion, I proceeded to lose my mind, screaming with horror and disappointment.

Thankfully, within 10 seconds, mom realized apu was in Dallas, staying about a 30 second walk from the world famous Bass Pro Shop, the one place you can buy guns, crossbows, deer mating whistles, hog pheromones, tractors, and fishbait, and where all the baby reindeers are born. She made a quick call, and by the end of ballet class...



Mom tried to explain to me that things like this NEVER happen and that it was like a one in a million chance that apu was in the exact and ONLY place in the world where you can find camo stuffed animals.  And Pompom got one out of the deal too.

Let's put this all in to perspective. Apu had to lose his job to be in Dallas on THAT day...meaning it was all worth it.