I smiled.
“She would.”
“We should buy it.”
I checked the price tag through the window.
Forty-two dollars.
“We’re not buying a forty-two-dollar dress today.”
His face fell.
“Why?”
“Because we came here for your sneakers, and because Sophie already has clothes.”
“But her birthday is coming.”
That made me hesitate.
Jenna had told me a few days earlier that she wasn’t doing much for Sophie’s second birthday.
She’d recently had several unexpected expenses associated with Sophie’s developmental programs, plus a medical bill that insurance hadn’t fully covered.
“I’ll make cupcakes,” she’d said. “Maybe balloons in the backyard. She’s two. She won’t care about a big party.”
She’d laughed when she said it.
But there had been embarrassment underneath.
I had told her a small birthday was still a birthday.
Now Caleb was staring at the dress.
“Is Sophie having a party?”
