![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpPJxs6EF-X9xUUdHRTtE7-NhqNqlo2zSLl7OFF4bntod4Oj07R3f0_7_BV_ZjGqSHMEoSWQK6-o4lLWomvR77s7BDrxA9uyaH5Lf6jPB7M2KB7IehjAsxIvhY_cKBzbSajrb/s200/Screen+Shot+2012-11-14+at+11.24.00+PM.png)
Me: Hi there. Where've you been?
The historian: I went to Target. Lemme tell you, that was an ordeal.
Me: Yeah? (uncomprehending. But on second thought:)
The historian: I walked through aisle after aisle of . . . it was just full of wreck 'em sock 'em knock 'em fight 'em hit 'em . . .
Me: (thinking: if I had been there, I would have known how to lead him directly to all the gentle organic toys:) So what did you get?
The historian: This. (produces an enormous plush toy, a lion cub, pretty much as big as the kid in question.)
Me: Perfect.
10 o'clock at night? In the snow? With a lion? A hero that Historian is. I guess so are you, since you made it home just ten minutes prior.
ReplyDeleteI love this story. It made me smile! We had a giant lion thing once, and my kids loved it.
ReplyDeleteA successful shopping trip indeed! What kiddo wouldn't want a giant stuffed lion?
ReplyDeletei would have LOVED to see the historian in action . . .
ReplyDelete