Flea Market

Today we woke up and were ready to do something fun. No one was sick and the baby is on some sort of a schedule, so we decided to go to my favorite store in IF, the Mini Bazaar (the cutest and best permanent boutique ever), the IF Museum to see the Egyptian displays, lunch at a restaurant, and then the Flea Market.

The Bazaar was great. The Museum even better than expected and we ran into some of our good friends and the kids got to play together in the kid area, the restaurant really hit the spot, and then there was the Flea Market...

Yes I know that Flea Markets are....well....flea markets, but...

I have been looking around for some good fashion jewelry places and the market was refered to me. Each booth had their jewelry out but it was pretty bad. Most of it looked like they had just combined beads from several necklaces they had found around the house and put them on chains they found out in the gutters. Well one of these booths had some magnet things that my kids liked to hold. The lady at the booth decided that my older kids shouldn't be touching them so announced for all to hear, "Don't drop them!" I quickly look up and saw that she was making eye contact with me and the next second my eyes darted to my children who where standing like statues holding the cheep magnates. I then asked my children to put them down. Dalton said "She said not to drop them not put them down." I told him that what she meant was for them to put them down...this totally confused him. Anyway I put the cheep magnets back into their boxes and we were just leaving the booth when this Kooky, no social skills woman said to my children "Make sure you put everything back!" Stevey and I looked at each other with rolling eyes and I assured the lady that they had put everything back and actually I put it all back for them. She then said that I wouldn't believe how many parents miss it when their children "forget" to put things down. Oh thank you for accusing my children of being thief's. Her comment REALLY bugged me so I did the first thing that came to my mind. I grabbed my first child had her put her arms out, spread her legs, and patted her down from head to ankles and did the same with my son. Once I had accomplished the task I assured the lady that they were all clean and clear to go it that was OK with her. I didn't bother to wait for her response.

Mother-Of -The Year award is in the mail coming to my house!

Anyway, once we got home we spent the rest of the afternoon riding our bikes (in 30 degree weather), visiting friends, having snowball fights, and riding our neighbors 4-wheeler....it was a great day.