Our youngest starts kindergarten tomorrow. Another milestone. In trying to amp up his excitement (and overcome his nerves), we waited until Labor Day to go shopping for a backpack and lunchbox, ones that he could pick out himself and feel good about.
Perhaps we waited a little too long. Tried to avoid Target, but visits to three other stores yielded a cool camo backpack ("Dad, are soldiers good?") but no lunchbox. Hello, Target. (I have nothing against the store itself, and the lines aren't anywhere near as bad as they used to be; now I just hate the parking lot.) By Labor Day, their back-to-school section resembled Saigon after the fall. There were a few lunchboxes for girls, but my man wasn't interested in Hello Kitty. A fellow customer guided us to another aisle that contained three remaining Transformers lunchboxes. I didn't feel great about padding Michael Bay's retirement account, but beggars can't be choosers.
He's ready.
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