I probably shouldn’t tell you all this, particularly in light of some of yesterday’s comments (and you know who you are!) – I know I’m just incriminating myself, but I can’t help it.
On Friday, Tim and I took the kids to an employee open house at my company’s new, very different store. It was awesome, there were lots of people there that I knew (hence lots of chatting), and the kids and I had a blast. (Poor Tim was very patient, considering that he did most of the kid-chasing. Thank you Tim!) We spent most of our time in the cafe (sipping on some yummy hot chocolates, which we already knew we liked, from having it at the other area stores), looking at bargain books, and in the kids’ section.
Now, the kids section is very different from the other stores. The layout is different, the product selection is different, etc. Big Brother and I were exploring one area while Tim and Little Sister were looking at the board books about 10 feet away. I could tell that LS was looking at the books with interest and pointing at some of them, and could hear her saying “Dat one … dat one …” How cute, I thought, she’s picking out all the books she’d like to buy today. (I had promised the kids we’d buy some.)
When I got a little closer, I could hear her more clearly. What she was actually saying was “I hab dat one … hab dat one at home … hab dat one … I hab dat one at home … ”
It was easier for her to pick out the ones she already has.