"Which ones? Does one of them start with a 'W'?"
"Honestly, except for Home Depot, I don't know; I just know where they are."
While I was serious about not knowing the names, I knew where the two ski shops were. However, Emma was hoping that I was taking her to a hair-cutting salon, and so kept asking me in little ways while we were out and about.
To her pleasant surprise, the first store we stopped at was where Fiona and I had dropped of her skis for adjustments, and then we headed to Home Depot. The third store was a different ski shop where Fiona and I had purchased skis for ourselves prior to our little road trip last week.
While we were checking out at Home Depot, Emma asked, "Is the third store within walking distance?"
"Given enough time, everything is in walking distance," I replied.
"Is it in this plaza?"
"How far is it by car?"
"About three minutes."
I pointed toward the front of the store, "That way."
She realized I wasn't going to tell her anything specific, so she stopped asking questions.
As we approached the car in the parking lot, a little pedantic part of my brain realized that I had pointed the wrong way while I was in the store. "By the way, the store is actually more in that direction; not that you know where anything is in relation to this parking lot..."
"Hey, I'm not completely stupid; I know my North from my left... I mean..."
"Do you now? Really?"
We laughed together.
It was a really cute moment.
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