I said, "Well, he's going to Costc..." and then I stopped short when I realized the gravity of what I was saying.
He was going to Costco without a chaperone.
Whenever he joins me on a Costco run, he usually says, 'Hey! We need jam!" and I have to explain that we don't actually need a restaurant-sized jar of jam.
The good news is, he didn't bring home a vat of jam or 6 pounds of nutmeg.
The bad news is, he's terrible at splurge spending.
His "oh what the heck, I'll get this too" items?
A bag of dried mangoes and a gigantic tin of licorice all sorts.
Guess what? None of the girls like licorice all sorts.
And I can only hope that dried mangoes don't have the same effect as dried apricots.
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