Yesterday I took Rob and William to a craft store at their request. I also took Henry, because at home he's as much work as the other four children combined, but in a store he can be seatbelted into a cart---so if I'm leaving Paul stuck at home, I try to take Henry with me.
I forgot it was Sunday: the craft store wasn't open yet and wouldn't be for another half hour. Well, pooh. Okay, fine, we will go to the Dollar Store.....which also doesn't open for another half hour. Staples? Half-hour.
Rob suggested Dunkin' Donuts, where I have taken them two or three times in their young lives, and he did it in the perfect tone of voice: hopeful but not expectant. Soooooooooooooo...kay.
And we had a great time. I fretted for awhile about maximizing the value of our order, and finally said screw it and went for convenience ordering: I got the number 1 combo, which is a coffee and two doughnuts, and then I had Rob and William each choose two doughnuts. And we got a super-considerate clerk who paused for an almost imperceptible moment and then without drawing attention to it changed our order to maximize the value, which saved us 60 cents. I suppose 60 cents is no big deal, but it is a very pleasing thing to me, and it also pleases me that it is a pleasing thing to the clerk.
Henry ate almost my entire chocolate butternut doughnut while I ate my Boston Cream, and the older boys ate their doughnuts with bravado, ignoring my suggestion that they might want to eat half of each and save the other halves for later. My coffee was delicious: I'd never ordered a flavor there before because I was too shy to ask if it cost extra money, but this time I thought of an easy way to ask and I was rewarded with toasted almond flavor along with my cream and sugar, and MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm.
We went to the craft store, and I'd brought with me some 8.5x11 things I'd thought I'd have to have custom-framed ($$$$$$) because of their size, but it turns out there is such a thing as 8.5x11 document frames ($) so I was all set and couldn't believe I'd put this off for several YEARS.
I wish I could tell you that my children spent their allowances on enriching craft supplies (perhaps something for making an "I Love You" project for their mother?), but instead they both bought Fart Putty, which is like silly putty but also makes realistic gross sounds. On the way home they were both making such sounds, and Rob said cheerfully, "Welcome to Mom Hell!" It was fortunate I was fortified with coffee and doughnuts.
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