I had to take Bucket to Target last night for socks. He hates the ones at Wal-Mart, and we always love a trip to Target. On the way, we passed Old Navy. Bucket said, thoughtfully, "Mom, I'm starting middle school next year." I said, "Yes, son, I'm quite proud of you." He said, "You can't go to middle school looking like a dork." Well, how can you argue with that logic? "Can we go to Old Navy and buy me some school clothes? If you get a credit card, you get 20% off!"
My goodness, I think he's ready to run the Federal Reserve.