"Mom can we go home soon?"
"No honey. We've just gotten here and I have a lot of things to look for."
"Please, I really need to go home."
"Lisa you're much too old for whining. Now let's get going."
Lisa figures she'll be just about the right age for whining, if that, if she let's her mother set the pace. All she can do now is make things go as quickly as possible.
Lisa puts all her effort to that goal, at every store she volunteers to run to grab anything her mother needs or convince her of the best item to buy. All the while she is trying to avoid wondering how much age she was losing as her mother hems and haws over every little thing.
Though there are things that are very hard to ignore. Like when her braces once again vanish. Or when she no longer has a purse to carry. It is especially hard when she starts having to reach up to grab things from shelves.
After what seems like forever her mom is finally satisfied, "Ok Lisa we've done everything I needed to do."
Lisa breathes a sigh of relief, "So we're going home now?"
"Well since you've been such a good girl..."