I, admittedly, am an impulse buyer. And unless I am super focused, I will take a tour of the entire store no matter what I came for. I mean, what if I am missing out a great deal in toys because I only want milk?!
Bethany generally understands this about me and since moving in has been a trooper about our weekly grocery shopping. She also (generally) does a good job at steering me away from most of the stuff I want to buy. For example, on any given shopping trip you will hear me say:
- “I so see an argument for Spiderman place mats. Look how cool!’
- “Of COURSE we need a six person tent. It is on SALE.”
- “Two words: Lego Batman. I think I need this.”
- “So hear me out, what if we bought a dozen more spoons so we would have to wash dishes less often?”
Most of the time I am joking but momentarily carried away. (I did buy the stuffed Lego Batman.) The dangerous thing, however, is when Bethany agrees with me.
Me: “So hear me out…this is a giant stuffed dragon and it is awesome.”
Bethany: “It is super awesome.”
Me: “And our nephew would love it…”
Bethany: “He would.”
Me: “But his parents wouldn’t. So we would have to keep it. And he can play with it when he comes over”
Bethany: “I would put it in my room…”
Me: “So…we’re buying it?”
Bethany: “Yeah, we’re buying it.”
And that is why there is currently a giant, blue, stuffed dragon across from me.
And possibly why Bethany has two Olafs in her room right now. (Sshhhh, one is a gift. So totally justifiable.)