Last week, I asked Zoey what she wanted to get Ella for Mother's Day. She thought she was already golden due to the fact she had brought home so many cute crafts from preschool.
No dice, babe.
So what did she want to get her mom?
Flowers? Nope.
Candy? Guess again.
A flashlight. Because nothing says thank you for carrying me for nine months and loving me unconditionally like a flashlight.
I will never figure out how that child's mind works.
Zed, Zoey, and I headed to Target on Saturday morning (Shut up! Life's been way too hectic lately for my taste.). We maneuvered our way to the card section and picked though the remains of the Mother's Day cards with all the other slackers. Next, we headed to the electronics department.
I had threatened to get Ella a copy of Monster Ballads for Mother's Day because even though she claims she hates that type of music and says it's "redneck," I think she secretly jams to this in her car when no one is watching. But we opted for the Grey's Anatomy DVD instead.
And then we went to the camping section to pick up a flashlight. I almost wrote something like You light up my life. Love, Zoey on the package, but wisely decided against it due to the extreme cheese factor.
Quick question for the ladies: how did Patrick Dempsey become a heartthrob? Is he simply part of the George Clooney Theory that states if you put a marginal 80s actor in scrubs, he inexplicably gets elevated to Hunk Status? I need answers.
Last Minute Shopping (Is There Any Other Kind?)
