Tom has a little bit of his mama's OCD. He loves to go to Target, but we have to enter the parking lot from a certain direction so he can see the big Target sign on the road. If we don't use that entrance he throws a fit, or so I found out the other day.
Today we used Tom's entrance because it was convenient on our way home from swimming lessons. As we passed "his" sign he sighed with relief, "ah, yup! that's my target!" We parked, picked up a few things and one fit from Abby later, we were out the door. (She reallllly wanted Lucky Charms and I reallllly didn't want to buy them for her. So I didn't.)
There were two bags to carry and of course the twins wanted to each carry a bag. Problem is, the bags were too heavy for them. So as we're leaving I have several boxes of goods in my arms and they are satisfied one item a piece in their now not-so-heavy bags.
As we were making our way to the car I realized I did it again. You see, I have this bad habit of not actually looking at what Target (or any store) is charging me. "That'll be seven thousand dollars ma'am." "Sure thing! Where do I sign?" And on my merry way I go. So I get to the car to find the receipt is indeed, not seven thousand dollars as I had feared, but $22.
All in all it was a good day at Target.
And now for some completely unrelated photos of the twins filling up the hot tub last weekend.