That's A Killer Prom Dress

As we were walking through Sears today Spencer was whining about something. I don't know what it was about because I wasn't really listening; all I know was that it was bugging me.

Anyways, I tried the good ol' distraction technique.

Me: Look at all those pretty dresses! Aren't they pretty? (We were walking by the formal dress section in the juniors department.)

Spencer: Ummm... no.

Me: Why not? I think they're pretty. They have sparkles.

Spencer (in a small yet totally serious voice): They scare me.

Me: What?! How can a dress scare you? You're not afraid of a dress!

Spencer: Yes I am. Those dresses scare me!

So I wheeled the stroller closer to a dress to see what he would do.

Spencer (in all sincerity and very distressed): AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!! Those dresses are scary! They are gonna get me! Waaaaaaaaa!

Me (quickly wheeling him to the safety of the boys department): It's okay! I won't let the scary dresses get you.

Well. We have 12 years until his first prom. Let's hope he's over his vestiophobia by then.