After a long, anti-bacterial hand wipe filled lunch at Chick-Fil-A (and its OCD inducing indoor playground), I decided to make a quick stop at the Gap. I've been feeling extra spritely these last few days, and with the warm weather approaching, I felt the need to find something other than my two pairs of maternity pants and 14 pairs of "should-never-see-human-eyes" gaucho pants.
Other than the delusion that any trip into a store with two children under three will be "quick," it was a fairly successful stop... for my kids. Isn't that always the way things go? You need clothes and you end up buying cute outfits for your kids (who don't need any clothes whatsoever, particulary from GAP KIDS).
So I had just packed them both up in the car, one almost asleep, the other one screaming loud enough to wake up his sibling and all sleeping children across America and I happen upon a little squeaky duck in my stroller basket -- tags still on and a goofy grin that said "you didn't pay for me you thief."
Now I've never been one to steal -- I've walked out with an extra $4 and not realized it until I got home. And I've gotten a shirt or two for free when the cashier forgot to ring them up. I feel guilty for all of about two minutes and then realize that it's not my fault and if I had noticed it right then and there I would have said something.
But with the price of gas and oh, that's right, two kids strapped into their carseats, I decided that we were going to be adopting Mr. Quacky $6.50 Fancy Gap Duck Toy. I secretly tell myself that he's very cute and needed a good home (I mean, the florescent lights can't be good for his polyester non-feathers).
Or maybe he's just really cute because he was free.
So, what have you accidentally brought home? Did you return it? Did you keep it? Are you going to call the police on me?
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