Shopping is not my idea of fun at the best of times. Clothes shopping? With children? That is its own special kind of hell.

First you have to navigate the actual shop, trying not to lose your children in a sea of clothing rails and repeating for what feels like the millionth time “DO NOT TOUCH!” Which of course they do. Then they run off to the children’s department and get fixated on a hat/t-shirt/pair of sandals that are inevitably adorned with Frozen characters. Trying to part them with said item becomes a struggle that you know you won’t win. So you give in (for now) and hope that you can slyly leave it somewhere before you get to the checkout. (more…)