We could talk about how all of my work travel has been cancelled and how I'm sure the girls are going to be moving to cyber classes in 3 ... 2 ...
Nah. Let's not talk about that. Not yet, anyway.
(Wash your hands. Stay away from everyone if you're even a little bit sick. Shut up about how it's being overblown because the people who are immunocompromised need you to take this whole thing seriously, jagoff.) (ANWYAY.)
Besides the World of Chocolate, there was another thing we did between the Big Kid doing that dance thing and making her little heart sing.
WE WENT SHOPPING.
That seems like no big deal, I'm sure, but that's because you've never gone shopping with Mila. That girl is a MACHINE. She will pillage every story in the mall and she will do it happily. She touches every last thing, asks for nearly all of the things, and generally just thinks everything is exciting. She is aggressively happy, after all. We hit the outlets and scored a couple of excellent deals, but then we went to downtown Lancaster.
The Lancaster Central Market, specifically. It has occurred to me that the little jaunt through there may be the last time we are in a crowded public space for a while, and it was CROWDED. It's basically no different than the Strip District on a Saturday morning. There's a little farmers market action, food vendors, and assorted stuff. It's all lovely and good.
And the girls LOVED it. They are both super into that type of thing.
But ... if ever there was a moment that perfectly defines my children, that moment happened at that Market. I have a rule that I allow one special treat when we go places like that, but I don't cough up the cash for it until we're ready to leave. Basically, I want the girls to see everything before they make a decision. No regrets allowed, and all that. So we walked back and forth and up and down and checked out every single thing in the place. Then, I asked the girls to pick what they wanted.
Alexis picked tea leaves. TEA LEAVES. She wanted fancy tea.
Mila picked a plant. A PLANT. For real, the kindergartener walked past candy and pastries and toys and still asked for a plant.
My kids are nerds, and it's pretty much the best.
