I needed to run to the bank yesterday afternoon and the boys love to watch the canister swoop through the air and they always get cute "Fat Cat" stickers. After we left the bank, Owen was pretty adamant that we not go home, so we went over to one of our children's consignment stores.
This particular one is located next to a bakery, which is closed on Monday. We happened to park right in front of it and the kids jumped out of the car and ran to the door trying to open it. Ben looked at me and said "locked mommy, locked." And Owen looked at Ben and said, "Ben, they must have gone fishing."
Seriously, where do they get this stuff?
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