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Here on the outskirts of Phoenix, AZ, spring is a fleeting moment. And I mean that literally. We may, if we are lucky, have about 3 weeks of the "mild" weather before we hit triple digits. This week it has been over 95 for the last several days. Welcome to Pool Time! So while we are starting to think about swimming suits, sunscreen and balancing studying with heat relief, we are inundated with spring and Easter supplies. By Easter, we are usually in the upper 90's to low 100's (and if anybody tells you differently, they are NOT telling the truth). Cute little bunnies. Fluffy yellow baby chicks. Lambs. And all sorts of delightful spring-type of, well, stuff assail you whenever you are out shopping regardless of for what you are shopping. Even Best Buy was decked out for Spring -- not really for Easter, but definitely for Spring. My oldest daughter went for a sleepover this evening. So my husband and I took the Little One out to dinner as a special treat. She has been deemed Too Young to go for a sleepover. Dinner was rather uneventful although full off the usual quips she imparts on us during such occaisons. After dinner, we had to run over to Hobby Lobby across the parking lot from the restaurant. I was (and turns out, still am) in dire need of more (many, many more) squares of Velcro. While we are in Hobby Lobby, my Little One is her usual spirited self. Have you ever tried to walk a cat on a leash while simultaneously flicking cat toys randomly in front of the cat? Well, that is sort of what it is like to shop with my daughter. She runs forward until something catches her eye and then she darts in that direction. There is No Thought. And I mean No Thought. Just like a magpie spotting something shiny, she is off and onto it immediately. Well, after a while, and several near misses with some of the breakable items in the store, we have "The Talk" with her reminding her of what is and what is not acceptable behavior. So she concedes to follow the acceptable behavior. Including asking for permission before touching Anything! Well, we make it around the store without much event, until we get to the front of the store on our way to check out. As we pass by the aisles and aisles of Spring and Easter stuff, she asks, "Can I touch this?" and "Can I touch that?" Finally, she comes upon a lamb in aisle. She asks first if she can touch it. Then she asks if she can pet it. After petting it for a while, she asks in a very solemn manner if she can pick up the lamb. We assure her that it is o.k. to pick up the lamb. She beams at us, and, at the top of her little lungs, proclaims, "Well then, it's a good thing it isn't real!" |
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