Tom and I go to Target once a week.
We go for different reasons, but we always, always hit the dollar bins and the “TRAINS!” section.
When I pull into the parking lot, he asks for the “TRAINS!” and usually we spend about 30 minutes just looking at them.
It’s kind of insane, but I think it’s cute so we do it.
Anyway, this post is actually about the dollar bins.
When we went last week, I was checking out what they had and Tom said, “Box.”
Me: “Box? Where’s a box?”
Tom (pointing): “Right there, Mommy! Box! Box!”
I saw no box.
So I backed my cart up so he could show me what he was looking at and it turned out it was a…
A cute, weird, hard plastic fox figurine thing.
I have no idea why anyone would want this.
Or why it was in the dollar bins.
It was the only one.
One. Lone. Fox.
I handed it to Tom and he immediately smiled and was thrilled and held it tight.
And then he told me very seriously, “Fox loves me.”
Me: “Oh, he does?”
Tom: “Yes, Fox loves me. Love you, Fox!”
And then as we proceeded around the store, he showed everything to Fox.
“Look at the clothes, Fox!”
“There are some candles, Fox!”
Fox loved it.
Once we got to the trains, Fox apparently didn’t care about them because Tom put him down to check out the trains for awhile.
Afterward, I asked Tom if he still wanted Fox.
“Fox go home. Fox loves me,” he said.
So I bought Fox for $1.
He didn’t want Fox bagged.
Fox was held.
Since we’ve been home, Fox has enjoyed a life of watching the trains on the train table go around and around and around and infinity.
And if you ask Tom about him, he will still tell you, “Fox loves me.”
Fox has good taste.