Yes, I'm supposed to be heading out the door and putting my booty in the truck destined for Indiana right now. However, as usual, we're behind in schedule. I was just showing the boys on the state map that we are leaving from our state to Indiana. Both green states on our map. I told the boys that I was born in Indiana and the Indiana is called the Hoosier State. When I was a little girl everyone would say, Look at that little Hoosier! Yes, a little northerner in the midst of downright country. Our trip is mostly business mixed with some fun. Brett and I will have alone time from the start of our trip until around 11am tomorrow and then more quality time Sunday on the 9 hour and 37 min trip home. Fun, fun. Anyway, after I told the boys where I was born, I asked T-Bird where he was born.
Me: That's right! Good job! Blondie-Boo, where were you born?
Boo: Wal-Mart! I love Wal-Mart!
Me: Um, no, as your birther you were definitely not a Wal-Mart Baby!!!
But, seriously, the kid loves Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart the giver of life, according to Blondie. And if you enter through the garden center that is NOT Wal-Mart. Only through the sale affronting front entrance doors is WM. He had a meltdown once claiming he was not in WM because we went in the wrong doors. Somedays that kid drains me....Once again, he was NOT born in Wal-Mart. I wonder what kind of discount we would have gotten if he had been...hmmm...Save money live better...now I'm thinking...the next one...birth...Wal-Mart...discounts and savings....Not a bad idea! Haha!