I try to get through Michael’s as quickly as possible. There are too many shiny things that cause hours of distraction, and that’s when I shop alone.
When the kiddos are with me, I’m tempted to throw whatever little thing into the teeny-tiny cart that will keep them distracted. This is usually with the intention of casually handing it to the cashier, “Oh, I changed my mind.”
This time round it was a gingerbread house, and there ain’t no way I was going to pry that from Mo’s grasp to give it back.
In reality, it was a great purchase because we have a visitor right now who’s never made a gingerbread house before.
My host sister from Brazil, Ana Clara, is visiting on her Christmas break from studying at Illinois State University!
(No extra charge for sarcasm here, people!)
Like I’ve mentioned before, I’m a mediocre crafty-mom at best. So, you know what? The crooked walls and dripping icing and licked candy doesn’t bother me one bit.
Because we got a lot of smiles.