Mama bye bye....

This is how the conversation goes....."mama, no gym....no gym....no gym...no house...no house...no house" I say "where do you want to go?"  Pickle responds "mama store, pock corn."

So, all you Mom's out there, 1.50 buys a combo meal of popcorn and a soda at Target.  Pickle gets a juice box from home and the popcorn and I get peace and quite while I drink my Diet Coke and stroll around Target.

When Big D gets home I tell him "Pickle insisted that we go to Target."  He loves this one.