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I’m so pissed. Yesterday I went and bought socks for the Lil’ Baby Moo. We went to Target, walked the place, and found the Halloween section.
You have to love the selection they have for kids. There was a bee, which I thought looked kind of cute on him, but he detested. There was a puppy, he didn’t seem keen on the idea. The pony was cool, except he would be “riding” it, and that would mean he’d be walking - sorry, not happening.
There were dozens of costumes for adults, young boys and girls, but six for toddlers. SIX. Are you kidding me? It was a joke, and I wasn’t laughing.
Disgusted, we perused the toy section and I got him a Buzz Lightyear toy thing. It shoots at you, so that should be fun. I don’t know, it’s still in the trunk of the car; I forgot it there, along with the socks we went in to get originally and a Halloween flashlight I forgot I picked up.
The day was filled with shopping for stuff to make lunch and dinner, mac and cheese with extra cheesy yumminess, dinner with my mom, and him running all over the house playing with the trucks I have for him here.
It ended though on a fun note. Some Disney movie with some girl from one of their regular shows (featuring the twins originally on “Full House”) was on there, kicking up a storm in some kung-fu-esque fight fest.
It was great, seeing the boy watching with intent, eyes glued to the screen. When the movie took a break, he would growl at me, stand in some psuedo-stance, and give me the business.
I think he left a bruise on my nose.
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