Monday, December 9th, 2013
With Christmas being about two weeks away, Mommy and I decided it was time we should get a Christmas tree for our family. So we did what I assume most American families were doing yesterday afternoon- we drove over to Lowe’s to find the cheapest option on the clearance rack.
It wasn’t until we had already got there that I realized you had brought your giant Easter Bunny with you.
Seriously, how did you get that thing past me? I honestly didn’t even notice. And evidently Mommy wasn’t too thrown off by it either because I never heard her bring it up in conversation.
Okay, I think I actually need to meditate on that fact for a minute… Somehow, you got the idea that it would be logical, appropriate, and/or helpful to bring a giant yellow Easter Bunnythat is nearly as big as you are.
And most importantly, I didn’t even notice.
As for me, that could be the end of this story, because that is pretty awesome.
We ended up finding a nice Rosemary tree, 15 inches tall, for $3.75. When the manager noticed that we were interested, he gave us a proposal:
“Would your family like two trees this year? I’ll sell them to you for $1.50 each?”
I suppose he was making a proactive effort to clear the shelf space, so I didn’t hesitate to accept his offer.
As I was loading them both in our car to head back home, you announced urgently, “I need to go potty!”
Mommy took over loading the trees while I ran you to the restroom inside Lowe’s, chanting this mantra to you the whole time: “Jack, keep holdin’ it, keep holdin’ it! Don’t go yet!”
You thought it was funny. What I didn’t realize is that apparently you have much greater bladder control than I give you credit for.
Needless to say, you didn’t get your “big boy underwear” wet. With my assitance, you went in the big potty in the Lowe’s restroom.
While that may not seem like so big of a deal, it does mark the first time that I’ve ever been the one to take you potty in public, since you started wearing your big boy underwear.
It was pretty cool for me to be a part of.
Well, what can I say? Our family bought two Rosemary (Christmas) trees:
One for the living room and one for the kitchen counter. Because that’s normal.
And the Easter Bunny helped.
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