This morning, the kids decided to launch a concerted campaign to get to the nearby thrift store. The store has a great racket going: the volunteers bag up random toys that they don't want to price individually. They write "Grab Bag" on the outside, price them $1 for big bags and $.50 for small ones, and sit and wait for the Joneses to come.
The kids dashed around the house, making cleaning offerings to appease the household god ("Look how clean the living room is, Mama!") Addi eagerly finished her math lesson. They scavenged up three dollars. Meanwhile, I realized I had a big load that needed to go to the thrift shop. In the end, it all worked in their favor: we got in the van and went.
But a terrible discovery awaited them. The price of the grab bags was doubled. Now it was $2 for a big bag, $1 for a small bag. It was unfair! It was monstrous! "It's life," I said. Fortunately, there was enough change among them to get a big bag and a small bag.
Back home, the four of them sorted through their loot. It included several Mardi Gras necklaces and three plastic eye patches. For a while, there were several pirates rushing around saying, "Arrrghh, mateys!" When Pip finally got ahold of an eye patch, he strapped it over his nose and ran around shouting, "Raarrgg, babies!"
After some obligatory fights over toys that they forgot about within twenty minutes, the household is now content.
-- SJ
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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We make it a policy of purchasing and donating at different thrift stores for fear of purchasing our own itesm back!
Ahoy, Babies!!!
Just read this to the pirates' grandpa, though there were lots of pauses for our laughing.
Thanks for our evening entertainment. Loved it, love you all.
It occurs to me that there is a "show me your booty" joke in there somewhere...
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