August 11, 2010
On Monday, I lined everyone up in front of a rack at Old Navy.
"Pick whatever backpack you want," I told them. Cortlen and Camber quickly found something suitable to their tastes. Kellen took one look at the offerings and threw himself on the floor.
"All of these backpacks are disgusting!" he cried.
This outburst prompted Cortlen to reevaluate his selection. I intervened before the insurgency doubled.
"You touch it, you take it," I told him. Cortlen held his backpack at arm's length all the way up to the cash register....lest its germs infect him.
On Tuesday, we tried T.J. Maxx. There were at least 50 backpacks under 20 bucks, but of course Kellen latched himself onto one that cost 40.
"You're not climbing Mt. Everest," I told him. "You don't need a water bottle and a lifetime warranty."
Today, I offered him a choice of three reasonably priced K-Mart backpacks. He said that he would rather go without.
As of now, he is planning on carrying his lunch and homework to and from school in a plastic shopping bag.
When I told him that he could borrow one of my purses if he wanted, he catapulted himself off the side of the sofa.