Sometimes, it's the little things that mean the most.  Life with a little kid in the house is always interesting, entertaining and all too fleeting.  Take my little munchkin, for instance.  We go on a big "girls day out" shopping trip with Grammy to Nashville.  We go into Sephora and she describes a cleanser as smelling like "bananas and rotten lemons."  Thank goodness the fellow helping us was amused, not offended.

Later, she wants to know if she can have a stuffed lamb to go with the 1500 other stuffed animals she already has.  My head says "no" but when she flashes that "Ralphie asking for the bb gun toothy grin", I can't help but give in.  It made her so happy it was worth it.

What can I say? The kid likes to shop.  Even in a yarn store.  Haus of Yarn was wonderful, like a candy store for knitters.  Munchkin was in charge of filling the bag as I picked things out.  And fill we did.  Lots of projects.  Lots of fun.  She even picked out two yarns for her teachers' end-of-school-year presents (they are getting scarves).  Of course, being her momma's girl, she didn't pick out anything cheap (inexpensive).  We went for the fancy, sparkly, mixed-fiber good stuff.  I actually didn't mind...I can't wait to try it out.

Chocolate milk at Starbucks.  Bowtie Alfredo at Cheesecake Factory.  Doritos at the Tennessee state line rest stop.  Stuffed sheep from Brooks Brothers.  Little things that you will remember for a long time.  Teach them you don't always get a toy when we go shopping, but sometimes, on special trips, you do.  I may be sleeping with that sheep when she's off at camp, or college someday.