I'm running out of activities to do with the kids , so yesterday, we went to Staples and picked out backpacks, lunchboxes and other articles of crap my kids are sure to break, lose, and fight over.
Izzy found a green and blue argyle pattern backpack; Livi found a pink and black argyle pattern backpack with little crowns on it.
Izzy found a polka-dot lunchbox; Livi went out to find a lunchbox that matched her backpack.
Izzy found blue and green folders; Livi picked folders with kittens.
Together they graciouslessly darted about the store and heaped paperclips, pencil sharpeners, folders with pockets, folders without pockets, gel pens, journals, ice packs ( Livi "needed" it) and spiral notebooks into my cart like there was a fire sale. Livi can't even write.
I turned to Ben, "Do you want to pick out a backpack?"
"Would you like a lunchbox?" I asked.
"Is there anything you need?"
"Nope. But thank you Mommy for asking."
God Bless boys.