Pink Mittens Views
I could feel their stares and hear imaginary whispers as I walked my three year old daughter Christine from the car across the endless parking lot to the dentist's office. It was a brutally hot day in July and Christine was sporting a new pair of bright pink mittens that her Nana had sent her from California. My mother can never pass up a sale and bright pink mittens were the hit of the day.
When Christine opened the UPS box addressed directly to her and saw a pair of bright pink mittens with smiling bunny faces she saw no need to wait for snow. She threw herself over the box and quickly put on her Christmas in July prize. And that was that! Every effort I made to remove the mittens was met with tears and cries of No! My pink mittens!
What is she doing to that poor little girl? Doesn't she care that the heat index is at 98 degrees? Who would think of such a thing? The imaginary voices follow me through the parking lot as I make a final plea to my daughter to Please, please Christine, take the mittens off! .... No my pink mittens! Defeated, I hold Christine's hand as we make our way into the dentist's building and onto the elevator. Running late because of our latest crisis, we squeeze in with staring, gaping disbelievers as the door closes,