Shopping with mother

I spent a fun morning shopping for clothes with my daughter. Her birthday is coming up soon, so the credit card was called into action. Despite all the giggles and the girly chat, I noticed I have started to develop an alarming tendency to turn into my own mother.

"How much??!? For a wee scrap of material that looks like it will guarantee you catch influenza, and will fall apart before you even get it home?"