"Not even Noemi would like those," Tali sighed, rolling her eyes and giving her shoulders a little pre-tween shake.
After we'd looked at everything, we headed to the groceries (OMG, Target now has groceries??? Do I need another excuse to head over there?) because once again we are out of milk.
"Hey, Mom! I'll bet they have stickers!" Sam suddenly yells.
"Um, sure," I say, heading toward the coolers. "Why do you want stickers?" I ask. "For your locker?"
"Noooooo!" he says totally insulted. "Why would I want stickers?!"
"I don't know," I say. "That's why I'm asking?"
"No, Mom," he says slowly and carefully, as if he's talking to someone who needs some special help (like his mom?). "Stickerz! You eat them, but you can also use them as stickers! For your face!"
"Those are so cool!," Tali chimes in. "I love those! They stick!"
"Wait," I say, "You eat them and then put the fruit snacks on your face? Why would you do that?"
"No, really," he says. "They're cool."
"Don't you usually try to avoid food on your face?" I ask.
But nobody answers me because they've found the Stickerz and hallelujah, they're on sale for .87 a box (um, that somehow did NOT surprise me that the store seems to be trying to close them out), but I score major points by splurging on two boxes.
In the car, they squeal as they each rip open a package and promptly lick their fruitsnacks and apply them to their faces like large, juicy star-shaped pimples.
"We are so cool..." Tali sighs.
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