Apparently, we take Elliott to too many fairs and festivals.
I’ve been gone a lot recently. Between school, Thirty-One, conferences, and meetings, I haven’t really been home much. Which sucks for many reasons.
So after work yesterday, I took the girls to the library so Chris could get a little break. He didn’t ask for a break or even complain, but I know he needed it.
I didn’t plan on going anywhere else so I just grabbed a diaper, some wipes (learned from a bad diaper experience with Elliott and the Beech Grove Library. It was traumatic.), my library card, Ellie’s busy bag and we left.
After the library, I decided we’d pick up some Egg Roll #1 for dinner because Chris (and I) loves that place. Also, I didn’t want to have to cook dinner when I got home, but mostly because I wanted to do something nice for my husband. And I didn’t want to cook. But, mostly the husband thing.
I ordered it while still in the library parking lot and then headed to the restaurant. As I’m getting out of the car, I realized I didn’t have a wallet. So I didn’t have any money.
I tried to explain to Ellie that we had to go home and get money because Mommy forgot her purse. She didn’t understand this at all. Sitting in the back seat, I could see the little synapsis firing in her cute little head, trying to comprehend why we couldn’t just go inside and take the food.
Then she said, “You mean you’re out of tickets?”
This she understands. No more tickets means no more rides at the fair. No more tickets means no more train at the fall festival.
“Yes, I ran out of tickets.”
This she understands. So we head home to get my tickets.