Ava’s been conditioned to inquire about stickers every time we approach a counter somewhere. Today we were at K Mart looking for some cheap, asbestos-free slippers for Ava to wear at daycare (“Everybody else has some”). Santa was there in full regalia, standing in the checkout line to buy a bottle of Desani. When it came our turn to pass, Ava looked at Leah and asked, “Do they have stickers?” We tried to redirect, but it was too late. The woman checking us out yelled down the line to ask if anyone had any stickers left. No dice. But one of them had something better.
I’m beginning to understand how K Mart went bankrupt.