I used to tease my mother-in-law about her holiday toy shopping style, which essentially consists of her sticking out her arm and walking down an entire aisle while everything at arm-level falls into her cart. I get it now. Toys are so magical, dudes! I went into Toys R Us to get Jamie some balls since he chases them around our house for literally hours without getting bored and a couple have disappeared under the couch or who knows where. I found the balls in the store quickly and then things just spiralled out of control. My pocketbook took a major hit and I think we all know that, sadly, Jamie will probably still prefer a toothbrush and an empty Coke bottle to that snazzy new steering wheel on his stroller.
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