We don’t venture to the mall very often. It’s all the way across town and with five kids… it’s just usually a get-in-get-out venture to smaller stores. So yesterday, when we pulled into the mall parking lot with a friend following us to do some shopping, Ruby asked “Momma, what’s this place?”
“It’s the mall, Baby.”
She then asked why my friend wasn’t going to the Mall Baby. And giggling ensued from those of us in the vehicle who knew the difference a comma makes.
Sterling got new sunglasses at the mall. He wore them out of the mall, into Target, out of Target, and started shrieking as I was backing out of my spot at Target. He couldn’t find his glasses. They were on his face.