I will corrupt you. Oh, yes. I will.

Can you imagine being a teenager today about…oh, 14 or 15 years old and having been to a “mall” only three times in your life? What if those three planned times where to be rushed in to a particular store, grab your purchase, and rushed right out? What if in your existence as said teen, you never had a “mall pretzel” or tossed a coin in the giant wishing fountain, or were just allowed to look in one store of your choice?
MiniMe knows that teen. She’s a girl her own age, about four streets away, who goes to school with her. They’ve become instant best(ish) friends this year, having been placed in a lot of the same classes. When they aren’t in school they are hanging on the phone with each other for hours on end giggling about boys, talking about clothes and plotting a course of fun for the next time they see each other. Thank God for Centennial’s free mobile to mobile plan!
Well, tomorrow this un-mall tainted teen is coming for the weekend after school. I aim to taint her. It will kick off by the girls doing each other’s hair and trading clothes to make “new” outfits to wear, and then we’ll take off for the mall. We’ll hit the food court and let them eat whatever they want for dinner whether it’s a giant Cinnabon or a Gyros and ice cream. Then we’ll coordinate a meeting time and place and synchronize our watches and phone clocks. I'll give them each a little moolah and and a cautionary word about pick pockets this time of year.
Then we will… Turn. Them. Loose.
JL and I will likely hang out in bookstores and Starbucks for the evening after I hit the candle store and get a pretzel myself.
MiniMe and her BFFjill (no, that’s not her name! lol) will be given the thing that all teens dream of; a little cash and a little freedom. Woot.