Goin’ to Target this morning. Got stuff to buy and I’m taking the kids. It’s always a risky venture, taking the kids to Tar-ghay. Especially since Mom has a whole different agenda whenever she goes. I usually have only one thing in mind when I go to Tar-ghay…bathroom supplies. I need shaving cream and soap. So…today seems to be as good a day as any to go. I’ll probably pick up the new Coldplay while I’m there. And, of course, each child will get something.
Through the years (probably the last 2 or so), my wife has started a nasty habit whenever she goes to Tar-ghay. She either gets the kids something to eat, she lets them pick out a toy, or both. I have not been real keen on this little tradition, considering she goes to Tar-ghay about 4 times a week. However, now that I need to go, I have decided that I will follow her lead. Daddy rarely gets to spend money on the kids and so I figure there are worse things I can do than honor the Tar-ghay shopping code implemented by my wife!
As soon as Ava found out that we were going to Tar-ghay, she packed her bag! She has quite a few purses and bags lying around the house, so she promptly packed the one nearest to her (a see-through Princess bag) with the following shopping necessities…
- A princess cell phone
- a princess tiara
- a magic wand
- a tiny stuffed bear
- a small doll
- a panda bear keychain
- a hairband
- money (actually it’s a door key from a hotel. She thinks it’s a credit card. Scary…)
She is all set to go! Oh yeah…and she even applied lipstick. It’s definately a good time to dress up when going to Tar-ghay! Dad, on the other hand, is wearing ripped up shorts and an old t-shirt from New Orleans. Hey…we ain’t goin’ to Best Buy…