Boys love Legos.
Boys love Star Wars.
Apparently it's something in their DNA. He got his first Legos for his birthday and made the declaration that he had "ALWAYS WANTED DESE KIND OF BLOCKS!" before the package was even opened. And before today, Jon had never heard of Star Wars.
So, what is the only thing cooler than Legos or Star Wars?
Underwear with Legos AND Star Wars on them. Oh yes, they exist. Thank you, Costco.
Jon and I were rolling into my favorite money-sucker and there they were, in all their glory, right inside the door on a display that was taller than his funny little head.
"MOM, who are those guys with helmets on that underwear?!"
"Those are Star Wars guys."
"What's a Star Wars?"
"It's a movie."
"I LOVE that movie!"
"You've never seen it. It's not for boys who are only four."
"I know. But it's my favorite. Can I get these?"
"You have exactly thirteen pairs of underwear at home, and there are only seven days in a week. You don't need anymore underwear, let's roll."
"I know but, LOOK. Legos, too. ON THE SAME ONES."
We were the first people in the door, so it wasn't like the place was packed. But we were still, in fact, RIGHT inside the door. We had to ask the card checker lady to move to get to the tower of skivvies. And let me tell you, Costco shoppers have things to get done on a Saturday morning. They don't care about four year olds who may or may not be in the market for fun undies, we needed to get the heck out of the way.
"You know what? People are busy today trying to get their shopping done so they can do something fun, we have to get moving."
"I KNOW, let's go." And he casually tosses a package of way too tiny underwear in the cart.
"Buggy, I didn't say yes, and these aren't' even your size!"
"But mom I need 'em!"
"Ok, fine. Help me find your size. It has a green square on top, that one is blue-too small."
My need to get out of the doorway at Costco trumped my need to stick to my guns and not get the really unnecessary underwear.
FINALLY, on our merry way when we run into THIS display:
Critter footed socks.
You can see how that conversation ended.