Maybe I don’t get out enough but the department store doll aisle is seriously creepy.
Last night the grandson dragged Mom over to pick me up for a quick trip to Target. This seven-year-old had developed a sudden need for a travel alarm clock. (Who knows? Maybe he’ll clue us in on his travel plans soon.) Since he’s at that age when telling time is becoming a valuable skill it seemed like an innocent enough request to fulfill so off to the store we went.
