On Monday, we went to pick out a big boy bed for Johnny at Leeds Mattress. The store opened at 10, but we didn't get there until 10:20. The store wasn't open just yet. It seems the salesman was late because he'd spent the night in the emergency room for a gall bladder something or other.
When we went in, John wanted nothing to do with the beds. He was angry Johnny because he wanted to go to Target, our next destination, to look at trains and buy chocolate milk. After a while, he warmed up and we went to look at the Tempurpedic beds. They really are comfortable, but ever so expensive. Eventually, he didn't want to leave the store, not even with promises of chocolate milk and trains. This boy of ours is rather fickle like that.
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