Heath and Stella sharing a room at the beach was fun for them. It was sweet to hear them giggle and chat with each other every night. And every morning, before 7am, they would do some more giggling and chatting. Before 7am. Not as sweet.
So after an exhausting trip home, and tucked into bed in their own sleeping quarters, they managed to sleep until 8am this morning. Coffee even tastes better at 8am.
Our morning run around the ole 3.6 seemed brighter than before our time away, too. The grass is greener. The sun seems shinier. And the flowers couldn't be more spectacular. The neighborhood smells like a giant honeysuckle.
Of course, the cupboards were bare, so we spent some of our day at the Trader Joe's and Target, stocking up for life in Charlotte this week. Heath said he needed a red tow truck from Target. His 97 cent Matchbox/Hot Wheels addiction has me only slightly worried, so sometimes I say, no. Sometimes I say, yes. Today was a yes. So I gave him a dollar and said he could get a tow truck, but it couldn't cost more than one dollar.
He was thrilled to have his own money and examined it immediately. He took a good look at George Washington and squealed, That's my Papa!
He settled for a Hot Wheels gas tanker, handed the cashier his dollar, and said no, thank you, to a bag.
With tax it was $1.05. I spotted him the nickel.
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