You all know my stance on Costco. Hate the crowds, love the stuff. I might be the only mom in the world who likes Costco more when I take the kids. Gives me something else to focus on. Feed them samples. Case and point: We were about to check out and we pass the fresh flowers. Josh turns to me:
“Mom, the flowers are so beautiful! Let’s get some flowers!”
Me: “Awww son… that’s so swee…”
Him: “For daddy!”
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Me: “I breastfed you for a year. Why can’t you give me flowers?”
Him: “Daddy needs them.”
Me: “Son, daddy wants a steak, not flowers.”
Update: Dave got his flowers.
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