In order to kill an hour this afternoon, the punk and I ran some errands. We returned some shoes to Old Navy because he informed me he wouldn't be caught dead in them. And then we went to Target to search for an oval picture frame (which they didn't have; I bought a boring rectangle frame instead), and to peruse the toy aisle. He quickly found the toys that light up and make noise, and entertained the Friday crowds by dancing and bouncing in the aisle. He dances like Elaine from Seinfeld, except instead of sticking out his thumbs, he displays his pointer fingers and shakes his booty.
6 years ago