My 20-year old who lives across town with college roommates asked me last week if we could go to Costco because she was out of bread. I used to spend a lot of money there when she and her sister were at home. But now the portion sizes are so large there’s hardly anything I can buy that won’t spoil before I use it or take up too much space for my own sanity.
I keep my membership for the olive oil, tuna, and apparently beach towel swagger.
I hadn’t told my daughter beach towels were on sale during the car ride but just past the cereal aisle she spotted them. In-gasp of breath: “Oh, can we get one of those?” Meaning, “Will you buy that for me?”
“Sure,” I said. “I actually have a coupon for that.”
“That’s one of my favorite memories from childhood, Mom,” she said. “When out of the blue you would bring home new beach towels for us.” Read more…