the sand box

Grandma and Grandpa (or as he is now called by Britton "Paw Paw") picked up a sand/water table for Britton last week. Bad parents we are, the hub and I waited until Saturday morning to go get sand. We decided to head out to Lowes and searched the gardening section in vain. I was finally able to track down someone who worked there to ask where the play sand was kept (construction section - say what?) while the hub carted Britton around to keep her entertained. Little did I know that Britton had her eye on an orange adirondack chair, which was put into the cart. It became the kid seat du jour.




People were getting a hoot out of Britton leaned back and relaxing in a chair in a cart. A check with a different Lowes employee got me the news that sand was in the gardening section, to which I replied that it wasn't. She looked mad I had taken up five seconds of her loafing time and hadn't had so much as the courtesy to ask where something obvious like paint was. She then said, "Well then it must be in hardware." Isn't the entire store of Lowes "hardware"?

We found play sand next to the concrete. Yes. Makes total sense, right? We headed out with our sand and chair and went home to fill that table up. Britton is in love with this table. And this is how we spent the next two hours... And the rest of the weekend....