He cracks me up

The other day there was a commercial on television for S.pace B.ags - you know, those bags that you pack things in and then suck the air out of and they compress into practically nothing? I mentioned to The Boy how cool it would be to get some of those for our upcoming supposed move.

Also, my MIL told me that I should clear out my closets so they look roomier. Heaven forbid people try to envision their own stuff in my closet instead of my stuff stuffed in my closets.

I wonder how I could compress my shoe collection into these bags? If my clothing would deter people from buying my house, what on earth would they think of my massive amount of shoes?

Anyway, last weekend The Boy and I were wandering around Wal-mart when he said, "Hey mama, there's the s.pace b.ags. We should buy some!"

I turned around and there was an end display. Surprised, I said, "You're right! How did you know those were s.pace b.ags?"

"I can read now," he said, very matter of factly.