shopping anyone?

Mary and I go for walks everyday. Usually, it's around the exchange and the mini mall here on base. We have lots of room to walk and look at things and we're not going stir crazy in the house. I wasn't planning on actually going in the mini mall today, but Mary had a hold of my hand and she literally dragged me inside. The funny part of the story is that she immediately pulled me into the toy store, but when she rounded the corner to where Santa was located, she stopped, started crying and clung to my legs. That was the fastest I've ever exited a toy store. She was back to her normal happy, exploring self once we left. The funniest part is that it's Monday here and Santa is only there Friday, Saturday and Sunday. His seat was empty! At least I don't have to worry about her finding a toy that "she has to have". I'm curious how long this phobia of the store will last.