So yesterday we went on an impromptu trip to New York City.
We took Lexi to the Hershey store. A store of chocolate. She wanted a rubber ball.
We took Lexi to the M&M store. An entire wall covered with pick-your-color M&Ms. She wanted an 8 oz. pack of M&Ms that you can get in every gas station, convenience store and mini-mart across the country.
My kid is weird. I love it.
(And today she threw up because all she had for supper was a pack of M&Ms and a chocolate shake from Jamba Juice. We suck as parents.)