Enter Steinmart. Things started well. Grant was even helpful. Off he went to the toy section and let me shop in peace. For about 5 minutes. Then he brings me something ridiculous.
Me: No, Grant. Not that, pick something else.
Grant: But I'll NEVER get anything Ever again. Stomp stomp stomp........(Shop-aholics should really try shopping with a 4 yr old. It would totally break them).
I found him sitting in a toy basket, pouting. We had to leave. Apparently there is *Nothing* at Steinmart, so you really shouldn't even go there.
Fast forward to Michael's Craft store, two doors down. This is where the title of today's blog comes into play. I felt bad, so I said, look, we can go here and you find one toy. He lit up. Great. Problem solved. Off we went.
Are you aware of the all the stuff of Michael's? I couldn't even suggest something. It was a nightmare. After my last threat of WE ARE LEAVING RIGHT NOW, he finally decided on something.
A tube of plastic Knights and Dragons. With swords. $6.99. Fine.
And here's my SWEET angel 2 hours later:
|He fell asleep with the "Good Guys" on his face.|