Cooper and I made our nearly daily trek to the mall yesterday. We hit the bookstore where they have a train set and a pile of blocks. Then we stroll by Abercrombie and Fitch, where Cooper dances in the expansive entryway. After terrorizing the middle of the mall by meandering around like a drunk and refusing to get out of anyone's way, we go look at the fountain. On our way out of the mall last night we noticed that there was a model search going on, where you could have your picture taken and walk the runway in the hopes of getting noticed by a low-level talent agency. *We were bored and I had another hour to kill, so I entered Cooper in the toddler competition. He got to walk to the end of the catwalk, spin, and then walk back.
The lady in charge said he had great form but needed to lose 10 pounds if he had any aspirations of making it to Fashion Week next year in NYC. Also, she was bothered when he ran toward the picture of the woman in the background while yelling MAMA MAMA MAMA.
* Everything written after the asterisk is made up. I needed a better story to go along with the picture.
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