Whatever Lola Wants...
After 48 hours of begging and pecking, I gave in and took JackMan and Lo to the Army/Navy surplus store this afternoon. The cavernous place has no AC, and the propeller-sized fans that blow in the corners serve only to suck more hot air inside. I dragged around behind my son and daughter as they looked at camouflage fashion, gas masks, and the smaller weaponry. I won't confess to what the boy bought, but the girl got the satchel in the picture above. This is the conversation after, in the car:
Lo: When I get home, I'm going to fill my bag with hunting stuff--a flashlight, a compass...Do you have a pocket knife I can have?
TR: I think I know where one is.
JackMan: Are you KIDDING me?! You're really going to give her a knife?
TR: Just a little one. Jeez.
JackMan: When I was six, you wouldn't let me cut my own sandwich.