We came. We saw. We conquered. We were immediately disillusioned.
Remember how I was feeling guilty because I had never let my kids buy anything with their hard earned and mostly scrounged up money? Earlier this week we emptied the piggy banks, shocked to discover that there was close to ten bucks in each of those fat little oinkers. How often does that happen? More money than you expect to see!
We armed ourselves with ziplock baggies full of quarters and headed to target. The kids were hilarious, one taking over an hour pacing the aisles, the other begging to go to the van. Too much walking! Not enough playing! One child changing his mind 5 times, the other sticking with his first selection.
We came home and Superman had some major buyers regret, his dragon just wasn't as cool as he thought it would be. I felt bad for him at first, thinking about taking it back and making a new selection. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided that it was probably a good lesson. Lord, teach us that the things of the world will never satisfy. Show us that materialism is a beast akin to fire. In the end we decided to bury the new dragon in the dirt, which was still pretty fun.
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