Was shopping at the Acme with the kids yesterday afternoon. We were there for lasagna ingredients. Now that the morning temperatures are in the 50s, it feels like lasagna season again. And I do make a mean lasagna.
We found the onions and leeks (my secret ingredient); the noodles and the ricotta cheese (must be whole milk based for proper taste). We resisted the many tempting items placed along the aisles for the express purpose of inciting my children to new heights of consumer desire.
We were making our way around the final turn, the checkout line in sight, when we passed one of those end-of-aisle displays full of dish detergent.
Dish detergent and a terrifying zombie clown skeleton with polka-dotted shoulder pads and a festive red bow.
He was just sitting there, daring us to buy some Arm & Hammer Plus Oxi Clean. Or was he daring us NOT to? I’m still not sure. But whether or not it was the right move, I opted to push the cart quickly past before he could do further damage to my soul.
Kato, of course, needed to have him. I heard various arguments as to the necessity of owning the clown/skeleton as we unloaded the groceries onto the conveyor. The need was growing desperate when, suddenly, thankfully, it was replaced by the need to own some M&Ms. And then, moments later, by the need to run with Alden to the scratch-off lottery ticket machine to examine the wonder therein.
