Okay, so I hate Wal-mart. It is a testement to how little I have to do today that I went there. Filled my cart with all the little odds and ends I like to get at Wal-mart, plus a few impulse buys. Andrew was a DOLL because I picked up a Match-box motorcycle for him to take home. Fast forward 45 minutes to the check-out line.
No wallet.
I can picture my wallet on the kitchen table where I took it out yesterday to get my DL#.
Damn.
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Actually, Andrew did okay with not getting to leave with the motorcycle. He asked for it every 30 seconds on the way home, but there were no tantrums or tears. When we got home, he started to get upset. So I grabbed my wallet and we went to the drugstore and bought a car. I know, bad mothering. But he was so good about leaving it behind, and there were a couple of things I really wanted from Wal-mart I couldn't get. So he got what he wanted in the end.
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