My son and I went out last week. My son now owns two Bey Blades.
My daughter and I went out last week. She now owns a 'bedroom in a bag'. The bag included a pink net they call a canopy and the word Princess a lot.
Fabulous.
My daughter cleaned her whole room.
My son cleaned a corner for his Bey Blades.
My daughter let my son play under the canopy with her.
He let her play with Bey Blades.
"I want to pretend I am in a jungle, too," said my son. "In my room."
I looked at him.
"What?"
"I want one of those things my sister has."
"That's nice," I said. "If you touch that thing without your sister's permission, I will take away those Bey Blades."
My son cleaned a bigger corner of his room every night for four days. A world record in this house.
He did not touch his sister's canopy. I never caught him once.
So, I went to Wal-Mart last night.
I bought my son the blue canopy. It came with a blanket and a blue teddy bear.
When I came home, I showed it to him.
He cleaned the rest of his room.
Then we put the canopy up. Then I handed him the teddy bear.
"What will I do with this?" he asked.
"I dunno, buddy. Sleep with it?"
He looked at it and shrugged his shoulders and put it up beside his pillow.
"I just wanted the net," he said.
Well, I got you a blanket and a bear too, you little brat, I thought to myself.
I unfolded the blanket.
To my surprise it said ANGEL scrawled across it.
I got a little pissed at Wal-Mart.
Then admitted to myself everything is more-so Aqua than blue.
I made my son sleep with the blanket, anyway.
Because he is a little brat.
That is probably why the blanket was on the floor this morning.
Along with toys.
Lots of toys.
My daughter informed me of her decision.
The Hillary Duff CD.
She likes her brother's favorite song.
Those brats get nothing until Christmas though.
Damn. Except those Halloween costumes...
I love my new jeans. My new Matchbox 20 CD. My new shower curtain. That bottle of perfume I finally found.
I bought almost all of that stuff at Wal-Mart.
I love Wal-Mart.
Really any excuse works.
My daughter and I went out last week. She now owns a 'bedroom in a bag'. The bag included a pink net they call a canopy and the word Princess a lot.
Fabulous.
My daughter cleaned her whole room.
My son cleaned a corner for his Bey Blades.
My daughter let my son play under the canopy with her.
He let her play with Bey Blades.
"I want to pretend I am in a jungle, too," said my son. "In my room."
I looked at him.
"What?"
"I want one of those things my sister has."
"That's nice," I said. "If you touch that thing without your sister's permission, I will take away those Bey Blades."
My son cleaned a bigger corner of his room every night for four days. A world record in this house.
He did not touch his sister's canopy. I never caught him once.
So, I went to Wal-Mart last night.
I bought my son the blue canopy. It came with a blanket and a blue teddy bear.
When I came home, I showed it to him.
He cleaned the rest of his room.
Then we put the canopy up. Then I handed him the teddy bear.
"What will I do with this?" he asked.
"I dunno, buddy. Sleep with it?"
He looked at it and shrugged his shoulders and put it up beside his pillow.
"I just wanted the net," he said.
Well, I got you a blanket and a bear too, you little brat, I thought to myself.
I unfolded the blanket.
To my surprise it said ANGEL scrawled across it.
I got a little pissed at Wal-Mart.
Then admitted to myself everything is more-so Aqua than blue.
I made my son sleep with the blanket, anyway.
Because he is a little brat.
That is probably why the blanket was on the floor this morning.
Along with toys.
Lots of toys.
My daughter informed me of her decision.
The Hillary Duff CD.
She likes her brother's favorite song.
Those brats get nothing until Christmas though.
Damn. Except those Halloween costumes...
I love my new jeans. My new Matchbox 20 CD. My new shower curtain. That bottle of perfume I finally found.
I bought almost all of that stuff at Wal-Mart.
I love Wal-Mart.
Really any excuse works.
Comments
what's the chances of finding the "angel" blanket, modified with paint to "hells-angel"?
God bless the person who opened it God bless them!
God bless the person who opened it God bless them!
I shop at Wal-Mart all the time, but only because it's the sole retail store in town. I much prefer Target.
I have closed my eyes to your comments.
Evil, I say. EVIL!
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