"A trip to Barnes & Noble"
Oh, it is a bad place for me to be. Especially with a paid off credit card. But Matt promised his son we'd go and get him a book this weekend. The only thing he's struggling with in school is reading so we have set aside an hour each day on the weekends for reading.
I consider myself very lucky that my son was reading like a pro by the time he was 4. I remember the summer before he started pre-school, he came in my room and started reading Harold and the Purple Crayon to me, and I was blown away at his fluency and accuracy. He knew words I didn't think four year old's could know, but there he was, reading like he'd been doing it for years.
So, while at B&N, I did not buy anything for myself, which I was very proud of, seeing as I still have shelves of books to read at home, but I did get Dylan books for his birthday and my mom kind of a "joke" book for her birthday and Matt got a couple books. The used book section is so overwhelming and yet so beautiful, both Matt and I were standing there like, "I want it allllll." Drooling like Homer Simpson does over donuts.
The bargain books will be the death of me.