Once Upon a Martinsville Kroger

Some observations from the Martinsville Kroger tonight:

1) I should never, ever, ever shop after skipping lunch.

2) February 18th seems a little early for Easter candy.

3) I’m going to try $4.99 wine. I’m betting I can’t tell the difference.

4) I always park farther out in the lot to save the closer spots for elderly folks, but apparently my love of humanity ends at about 5 degrees Fahrenheit. You’re on your own, Grammy.

UPDATE: Yes, I can tell the difference between $4.99 wine and the good stuff. Blecch.

Obviously

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Can you walk me to my room?”

Me: “Why? Oh.. You know, it’s OK to be afraid of the dark.”

LMT: “I’m NOT afraid of THE DARK !”

Me: “Oh, sorry.”

LMT: “I’m afraid of the monsters that hide in the dark.”

Me: “Noted.”

Explains so much

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Let’s play I Spy.”

My Oldest, age 13: “No. I don’t want to.”

LMT: “Yes!”

Oldest: “No, seriously.”

LMT: “I spy… with my little eye… something that is… black.”

Oldest: “Your soul?”

LMT: “What is a soul? I don’t think I have one.”

Oldest: “This explains a lot.”