OK guys, 5 minutes, in and out! Capito?

That WAS the plan.

The Ls and I took a trip to Target (again, this time to return/exchange the lounge wear :).
It was supposed to be a quicky, in and out, we all know how that works. Right? ;)

Well, let me tell'ya ... taking the Ls to Target was a trip worth blogging!!!

First we had to ...

Dream BIG!!!

I hate to break it to you girls, but it's most likely NOT in your genes, 

unless you got some Czarnota luck up there.

If you got my stuff you are stuck in the training bra section for life.

 A-cup baby and it's more like a lower case a, not a Capital one.

Lulu's choice also worked well as a cap, 

a wee bit too big but hey ... full sun protection :)

Oh yes, after I convinced them that we needed to leave the underpants isle we walked right into the next trap.

"Tangled" was playing on all 20 TV screens on display.

Talk about 20D in HD. WOW!!!

 The first 15 minutes we spent lounging on the floor, concentrating on the big 42" screen right in front of us.

But then we moved on to a more personalized setting and chose separate screens in eye-sight.

The next 20 minutes basically flew by (in S-L-O-W motion).

Awww ... then little L started dancing and singing, na-course. 

If there is an audience she MUST perform.

... and she danced and danced and danced.

At this point I had probably 50% of the Target Security Guard Force surrounding me, trying to figure out if I was going to steal every TV on the shelf or if I was just a super cheap mother,  who takes her kids to a store to watch a movie for free.

After Rapunzel kissed Flynn for the 20th time (we do have the movie at home and have seen it enough times to narrate it) I finally convinced the Ls that it was time to leave.

We left the store and luckily the homeless guy collecting money for the other homeless people in his family had left to flirt with the newly blond beggar lady in front of the Dollar Tree.
I sure hope this romance will work out. She did have a nice fresh coloring job done on her hair.
My questions is just, if you have freshly died hair and hold your begging can with new,  French manicured nails ... why is it that you don't have  money to buy food?

Obviously I need this vacation badly . Once you start worrying about the love life of the beggars of Milpitas it's beyond a day at the spa. For sure!