At the glitter aisle, a mother must make an impossible decision

I

want to buy glitter for Pinny.

I don’t want to buy glitter for Pinny.

Hopefully, the store will be out of glitter. Then I can get all the credit of trying to buy him what he wants without actually buying it. Tee-hee.

I enter the dollar store with high hopes. As a die-hard snail mail fan, I always love to peruse the card section, but that’s not on the agenda for today. Not going to even look at the storage containers; they have been proven inferior to their more expensive counterparts and never last long. Glitter, Pesh, focus on glitter.

Oh my, are those Squishmallow flossers? How cute! And they would be perfect for cushioning the blow to Pinny when I don’t find the glitter.