I had a date last night with the attractive gentleman to the left. We went to Le Target to buy the list of school supplies he needs to go to kindergarten. (Well, we didn’t buy the list, we bought the things on the list.)
And just let me get off my chest that a bottle of pump soap, a large box of Kleenex, and sandwich and gallon-size Ziploc bags were never on MY school supply list as a child. I find it a little weird that we’re supplying basic classroom things for the PUBLIC school. (Taxes, anyone?) Although I guess I would prefer that they spend my taxes on textbooks for bigger kids. And I guess that Jack is going to be getting free special ed preschool. So I guess I can buy a couple boxes of plastic bags. But I rebelled against their naming of a specific brand and bought Glad plastic bags instead.
All right, I did that because all the together moms who did their shopping last week had already bought all the Ziploc bags. I’m just a loser conformist who didn’t get there in time.
Regardless, Sam and I had a fun time out. I get all giddy and ridiculous when confronted with office supplies. Especially when said office supplies are two-packs of glue sticks for 20 cents. Or 10-packs of markers for 88 cents. The Target brand glue sticks were labled as 15 cents per two-pack, but they rang up for 18 cents. Had there not been a hell of a line I would have made a stink just for the fun of it. (Okay, I probably wouldn’t have, but wouldn’t that have been fun?)
I got Sam a first day of school outfit and he got to pick out a new lunchbox (Spiderman). And we also picked out a birthday gift or two for my nephew [It'll be comin' in the mail, Dos Mamas. I hope to get it there on time!]
Then we went to the Target snack shop for a soda (me) and some chocolate milk (Sam). When I asked for the milk, I was met with the explanation that, well, the only milk we have is organic and we can’t ring it up on this register, so you can’t buy it.
Good thing it’s sitting in their fridge slowly expiring instead.
So Sam got a sugar cookie instead. Lucky him. And we got mired in a conversation with one of the weirdos that hangs out at the Target snack shop. (I’m a weirdo-magnet. Don’t even get me started on the weirdos I used to attract on Sproul Plaza at Berkeley.)
I think this expedition helped Sam get excited for school, which is good. I’m just concerned how he’s going to carry all this crap to school on the first day. Suggestions?