Made in China

Getting some fresh air

Nothing to new to report, the kids have been running amok while Mitch finishes the new countertops and I weed and weed and plant new things for the deer to eat. Jerks.

Yesterday we ferried over to Seattle and on the way home I had Mitch stop at Trader Joe's for some Important Supplies. Like salty snacks. He took the kids into some discount store next door while I shopped. Now, when I take the kids into stores, they generally don't ask me to buy them a bunch of plastic crap, because I have a fool-proof method of saying no without being the bad guy. I say, "sure, you can probably buy that as long as it's not made in China". My kids think things made in China must be made out of innocent toddlers and dipped in poison, because they never question this response. And since pretty much every cheap plastic toy on the store shelves comes from China, we generally leave stores free of junk.

So, of course Mitch bought the girls some Made in China Crap. Henry, of course, wouldn't dream of infecting himself with Made in China Crap (parasites!), and didn't even ask. Olivia had some lame toy, and Grace picked out make-up, tattoos, body glitter, and body jewels. Klassy!