I think this is a fitting description. So I'm stealing it.
Anyway, last night The Ladies and I went out to do a little shopping (Would you people stop having birthdays already? It's getting expensive!) and we found ourselves in the utopia that is Target. We wandered. And wandered. And wandered. And finally we found ourselves in the dishes. Now, you know where they keep all the kitchen gadgets? Yeah, that's one of my favorite displays. So Libby spies these babies:
And squeals out in delight, "Mom, look at these teeny pans!"
After 5 kids, it's really hard not to wet yourself when one of them says something so funny!
Later in the check out line, Abby decides to buy herself some Ice Breakers. Yeah.
Have you ever stood in line behind one of those dear, sweet ladies who is so old that if they move more than 3 inches per minute they will literally crack and flake apart? Those same ladies who will dig for exact change for the $3.72 purchase they are making -in pennies? The same ones who have purses as big as barns- and just as full?
Well, Abigail happens to have a tiny purse. Crammed full of stuff. And change.