We are one of the many families keeping IKEA in business and the kids have known it as their winter playground since Hudson could walk. On a whim, however, Andy and I decided to pop into a Furniture Store to see what their stuff looks like.
I was still helping Laurel take her coat off when cooing sounds made me look up. Two knee-high leather heeled women with cosmetics department faces were perched together, eyeing up the girls. One quickly disappeared then reappeared with two balloons, and approached us asking if she would show us around.
What had we done.
The next forty-five minutes of happenings could have been transposed onto a car dealership lot. Thankfully, we made it out—weighed down by brochures featuring items we had looked at too long—but we made it out.
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