We were killing time at Marshall's waiting for Justice for Girls to open.
I spied a display of hats and asked my stylists for their opinion. They're not ones to sugar coat it.
Ali: "No offense, Mom, but no."
Jen: "Heh. Heh. Uh. No."
"What if I put on some lipstick."
"That's not gonna help."
Once in Justice, where they were hoping I'd open my wallet for them, I tried again thinking their desire for new stuff would outweigh their discerning eyes.
"Uh. I don't think so, Miss Cheryl."
Alison slunk to the other side of the store.