We just got back from our dollar store trip 2009. It's so funny to hear him reason his gifts. I think I like my brother's is my favorite again. Or maybe Scott's. Or maybe Papaw's. ::Chuckle::
We went to a local "family owned" dollar store that I'd never been to before and probably won't go back to, but the experience was interesting. The old Italian guy kept offering me weird free crap and trying to give me "deals". And there was so.much.stuff crammed into such a small space. Shoes, hot glue guns, hats, window cleaner, stickers, skateboards, Christmas decorations, bedspreads, etc. ALL OVER THE PLACE. I couldn't roll my stroller down the aisle. Literally. We got stuck and he had to come move and entire aisle over so we could get out. Then bedspreads fell on our heads, lol.
The gifts are wrapped and under the tree. Thankfully. Our poor giftless tree was starting to look sad. :) When Santa brings all the gifts and you're too broke to buy for anyone else, it makes the barren space look so lonely! Problem solved... until Carter gets under there and opens the gifts.

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