I’m psyched, because at some point this week I need to go to the hardware store. The light over my stove went out. More specifically, the last light that was still working. So now I have to go…Have you ever taken a 4 year old to the hardware store? It’s awesome.
It’s like walking into a demented fun house. The aisles are a narrow maze-like puzzle, everything is within arm’s reach, and all of it is either sharp, dangerous or poisonous. Last time we went, my daughter put me through a gauntlet of parental terror. While I was trying to ask questions about light bulbs(it’s always light bulbs), she was busy eying the frisbee-like circular saw blades, picking up boxes of d-con, and grabbing giant hammers while stumbling away from me.
Of course my alternative is going to Target. There, we have to walk through a pink and purple candy-colored array of tutus, tops, shoes and other twinkly things before we get to electrical. You may wonder, does a 4 year old girl get distracted by such things? And I would say, does a Tinkerbell backpack sparkle?
So my choices are: sharp metal store or screaming tantrum store…
Instead, I’ll just keep thinking about how much I really need to see the mac and cheese while I’m cooking it.
