We strolled thru Target and they helped me carry a bookshelf to our cart (YAA), we tried on shoes together and laughed ( and bought some). By the time we made it to the cart it was dark!! A storm was rolling in and the air was heavy. My Hannah had left me and appeared in her place was a little dutch boy, with a mix of canadian. She loves creating characters and this one was her newest. Don't ask me where it came from... I have no clue.
As we bounced around from store to store shopping, she entertained us and kept us in stitches. People stared but we didn't care, we were having fun. Her laughter turned to giddiness and then pure hysteria. It was past her bedtime... wayyy past her bedtime and she gets really affected. I guided her back in the van and we drove home. Once we pulled into the driveway of our little red house, that dutch boy left. We amused the hubby with our tales and he rolled his eyes. Boys just don't understand.
This morning she is mellow. She is eating her corn flakes and watching tv. We have more shopping to do... a trip to my favorite home decorating store. I wonder who will appear with us next?