I am still in the process of putting together my camping post, (does anyone else have several draft posts going at any one time?) and will be posting that soon. In the meantime, I am so grateful for Happy To Design’s Sunday Favorites, which makes it not only OK, but encourages us to repost a previously published piece!
This one was originally published June 24, 2008.
The boys had a video game mission. Knowing what could happen, I still took all four boys shopping. Cocktail hour will be arriving earlier than usual today.
Devin: Gave up on his dream of saving for his own personal XBox 360 and wanted to spend $40 of his allowance (NOW!!!) on a game for his brothers’ Wii.
Conner: Is at -$23 allowance (stupid costs you money at our house**) but has convinced Mitch that they should split the cost of a $50 Mario Bros game. “I’ll pay the tax” he generously offers up as his share of the jointly owned game. The tax money consists of approximately $7 in pennies, nickels and dimes. (But mostly pennies.) The entire fortune is housed in a battered cardboard Tootsie Roll bank.
Mitch: Having been given Mom’s full explanation of just how Conner was getting the better end of the deal, he wants to proceed with the partnership anyway… but only after carefully considering Every. Other. Game. In. The. UNIVERSE!!!! (Or at least behind the locked glass case at Seal Beach Target.) (Props for patience to Anthony the sales clerk).
Grant: Doesn’t care who is buying what, or how. He just knows that:
a) he will get in trouble for touching it;
b) he can’t play it without a big brother; and,
c) he will have to figure out new (and increasingly dangerous) ways to gain access to the top shelves in the boys’ room.
Besides, it’s fun to hide in the middle of the clothing racks, lay on the cool tiles in the middle of an aisle, and help mom push the cart. (Or hang off of the thing while mom drags him and the cart behind her. Same difference.)
Mom: Just wants to leave. She can’t leisurely troll the ends of the aisles, looking for those beautiful red clearance stickers, once the sound of $7 in loose change hitting the floor reaches her ears.
The next time I go to Target I am going alone, and I am hitting the pharmacy first!
**swiped from the WoJo’s family motto “Stupid hurts at our house.”
(sit-ups and push-ups… what did you think they meant?)