In my office

A and I hit the big community garage sale today. A bonanza of other people's trash gaining new life as treasures. Clothes piled two feet deep on tables and toys mounted on bleachers like a Little Tykes explosion. A very busy place with shoppers of all demographics sorting through to find the right size.

I grabbed shirts for Z, and scooped up 3T dresses for the winter and scored big on a new pink snow suit for A. She was patient in the stroller, actually singing "if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!" The other shoppers smiled. But she got restless in the toy area. "I want that!"

"What is 'that'?" I asked. "You've got to tell me the color or something, so I can find it."

"THAT!!" the still-two-year-old screams.

"Which one?" the frustrated mommy says as this ping-pong conversation goes on seven more times.

I finally figure out she means the very large pink plastic Barbie vanity table and bench at the end of the other aisle. "Huh," I say and we make our way over to it. "A, this is so big, how will I get it out of here and where would we even put this?" I ask.

"In my office!" she exclaims, and the moms nearby chuckle.

I consider it. My girly-girl would truly love pretending in front of this adorable pint-size piece of furniture. A hunk of plastic, I could consider this recycling too. The tag on it says $30, but this is "Bag Day" of the sale, which means whatever you can fit into a bag goes out the door for $5. It's too big for a bag, but they lowered the price to $5. Hmmm... sold! "In her office" it will go.





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