I remembered that I needed to stop for cilantro only after I had already gotten on the expressway on the way home from picking the kids up from their babysitter's house. The only store on the way home was now Target. Dun dun duuuuuuuuuun.
"I'm just going to run into Target for a 99 cent bunch of cilantro," said no one ever.
So I loaded L in the cart. H started asking about seeing the toys. He's incredibly well-trained. We go to Target to visit toys and to make mental lists of things he might want for his birthday (in June), not to purchase them. So, after getting the cilantro, some bread, some juice boxes, and a box of Malbec (Yeah, I said box. I'm classy.), we headed for the toys. And wouldn't you know that there were 2 aisles of 70% clearance?! 2 aisles?! And it was good stuff, too. The next thing I knew, there was a shopping cart for L in my shopping cart. Mom guilt kicked in when H asked if he could have anything. Since the shopping cart only cost $3.44, he was allowed to choose anything that cost $3. It became a shopping experience. He searched the piles of disorganized crap high and low, searching for a price tag that began with a 3, and after being disappointed several times after finding toys that start with a 9, he finally found what he was looking for. See? Learning. Justified.
$27 later, we were heading out the door with our 99 cent cilantro. Target, you never cease to amaze me. I guess it could be worse. I could have bought the $35 workout pants that I checked out. $35?! For short pants?! At Target?! They should run for me! But that's another post altogether.
|I just said "Show me your loot!"|
This is not an attempt to cover their faces a la Michael Jackson.
I like the lady looking at us with disdain. What? You don't take pictures in Target?