This morning we headed out to our local Target to plug some money into the economy. After all, we do have a baby coming in around a month. It might be nice if I had, say, diapers for her. Or baby powder. Or some crib sheets that aren’t (a) threadbare or (b) BLUE or (c) all of the above (can I just say I think I have EVERY SHADE of blue crib sheet in my linen closet upstairs? They don’t exactly go with the new bedding). I received a gift card recently from a friend, so I tucked it into my purse with my rapidly-growing list.
I also had some boys who have recently been bitten by the “Buy Stuff With My Own Money” bug. They’ve been harassing me lately to take them to that wonderland, the Target toy section. One child brought $10.00. The other three children brought $.50 each. I could see this might pose a problem with contentment down the road, but after having to unscrew their piggy banks to get the money out, I didn’t have time to argue.
I think I answered the “what is it this time” question about four times, which didn’t feel like very much. One man said, “I hope it’s a girl this time.” One lady, who was walking behind me, passed me on the left side and said as she passed, “I guess you didn’t get your girl, huh?”. For a split second I allowed myself the thought that maybe I don’t resemble the side of a barn from behind. I answered her, “I did get my girl…she’ll be here in a month or so.” And she nicely offered her congratulations.
We stopped in household, health and beauty, the pharmacy, the diaper section, the baby section, the office section, and the laundry/organizing section. I must say that the children were very patient awaiting their grand arrival in the toy aisle.
“Speed Racer” intrigues Cameron greatly even though we never took him to see the movie, so after passing over the Star Wars toys and the Transformers, he selected a racecar that — oh joy — makes racing sounds and has at least seven different sayings from the movie. AND IT HAS NO ON/OFF SWITCH.
But it’s his money, right? So Mom kept her mouth shut. It was actually pretty interesting to me to watch him ponder the right thing to buy.
After I had dragged the boys around a little more (with apologies to my male readers — LADIES, did you know that TARGET carries nursing bras??!?! This was a very exciting discovery to me since I couldn’t bear the thought of going into that maternity store one. more. time.), we approached the place where everyone else was going to spend their fortune on candy. Well, at least two quarters each.
Sadly, I learned that there’s not much you can get at the checkout candy shelves for fifty cents. Everything is around a dollar, but of course I don’t know this, because the only time I buy candy is when it’s been a horrible trip to Target and I reward myself with a snickers I hide behind everything else on the conveyor belt so the kids don’t see it. And then my attitude is pretty much, “Candy? What candy? Pleasedon’tdiscussthecandy.”
Fortunately, Target seems to be running a “special” on peanut butter M&M’s right now, so they were only around fifty cents. At this moment Ben learned an important lesson.
DO NOT OPEN THE BAG OF CANDY BEFORE YOU’VE BOUGHT IT, BECAUSE…
- (a) the M&Ms — which are not yet yours, by the way — will fly all over the checkout aisle and
- (b) you will have to pay full price for a bag of M&Ms which is only half full and
- (c) Mom will step on one, resulting in peanut butter chocolate mush on the bottom of her sandal.
While I was trying to clean off my shoe, I looked up just in time to see Cameron thrust “SpeedRacer” and two crumpled five-dollar-bills at the cashier lady. He was waiting for no one. That toy was his. The cashier was clever enough to see the slow train of boys-with-candy-and-money, and she hung onto the change from Cameron’s purchase, which helped since Andrew’s ring pop actually cost $.62.
Is it any wonder that I forgot to use the gift card?