This would push our departure time back even further. Dang.
So, we swung by the Dollar store close to our house. (Sorry, Sara. Now you know.) Before I ran in I took orders from my girls:
"Get her a necklace!"
"Get her a hair thing!"
"And flowers! Oh, she would love flowers! But get ones that no one has."
Let me explain. This was a dollar store. The only kind of flowers this store carries are the cheap, ugly fake ones. And that is exactly what they wanted.
So, I picked up a necklace, some headbands, some skittles and a bunch of bright pink roses. My girls heartily approved. Personally, I was embarrassed to present such a gift, but this wasn't from me, it was from my daughters. So I went along.
We got there, ate and my niece opened her presents. When she got to ours she pulled out the necklace first. There were a few "oohs!". Next, she pulled out the headbands. There were a couple "awwws!". I flashed an apologetic glance at her mom, excusing my poor taste by indicating that it was, in fact, my daughters'. But then the flowers came out.
Apparently, my daughters were right. She loved the flowers.