Had to share how the conversation went with me and little D at Hobby Lobby today.
Me: I promised Daddy I wouldn’t buy anything.
D: ooooh let’s get this.
Me: yeah that is exactly why we don’t come here. “Ooooh” is a bad thing.
D: why mommy?
Me: because that’s what you say when you like something… And we can’t buy it!
Not 3 minutes later I stop at this wall decor item that totally belongs over my soon-to-be empty mantle and I hear “ooooo” come out of my mouth. I’m laughing at myself and the fact that there is surely someone around who has overheard this whole conversation. And then little man pops up in my aisle, grabs my arms,
“Mom! You’re getting distracted!”
Can’t really beat that. So we bought our measly roll of magnet tape (another story about that here) and left.