Picture this: it is day five of Spring Break. The previous four days have been filled with activities to distract you both from the fact that there is no school this week. You tried to go to Target to make a baby registry, but they wouldn’t accept your password, even after you called India Customer Service on your cell phone from the lobby of Target, so no gun/scanner thingy for you. The apple juice from Sonic was consumed in a matter of milliseconds. It is too cold to go to the park.  What else is there to do? Why, visit a thrift store, of course!

Here’s what 90 cents will get you at one of our local thrift stores. But only if you have a three year old with you who is touching everything in sight, crawling around on the extremely dirty floor, and trying to hide in the racks of clothes. Not that we “need” any more books or glassware, but they really wanted to come home with us and who was I to condemn them to a life of feeling unwanted on the thrift store shelf?

I just couldn’t live with that kind of guilt.