Jack and I went to Target. For no reason. No reason at all. Just to piss some time away. Play. Laugh. It’s cold outside. Wet, rainy, snowy. An ugly mix. I didn’t plan to purchase anything. Just play. For free.
I strapped him on in the Ergo and made the 2 mile walk to Target. Mama has to get exercise somehow.
What a royally craptacular day.
In Target, Jack is king of the world. Well, let’s face it. He’s the king of my entire world.
The first thing he said when we walked in was “ball.” So, since he is king, off to the balls we marched.
Soon he understood that he was king of this world and could run free.
I can push the cart!
I crashed. Who cares! I’m the king!
And look at my royal bowl.
And my royal bubbles.
And sidewalk chalk in so very many colors.
And there are even other little kids here. He must be a Prince.
And wait, sidewalk chalk for $1!?
Now, let’s get serious for a moment. We should get a birthday card for Dada.
Nah, Mama will find one. I want throw the cards around!!
Just as I suspected. Mama found the perfect card.
Wait, cloth diapers at Target?!
We have reached heaven on Earth. Truck Town.
I bow to the truck!
And maybe groove a little to the truck.
How about I just down right boogie to the truck!
More balls and more trucks!
Yeah, I’m sitting in the aisle, vrooming my truck.
Life vest with a shark fin. Why is Mama laughing so hard?
Let me just pick up this truck.
Obligatory NIP shot in the display furniture.
It’s fun to say “AAAHHH!!!!” in the bathroom.
Mama walked me home in the rain. She kept me warm and dry. Except for this moment when she just had to snap a pic.
When we got home Mama thought I might need a nap, but I corrected her. I ran around with my new balloons.
So Mama intended to spend $0, but spent $18. Not bad. Bottle of wine, truck, balloons, baseball cards and a birthday card. Now Mama’s going to go have a glass of wine.
Abby Theuring, MSW
