What? You mean you don't have a son who likes to shop at Bed, Bath & Beyond? Really? Well, believe it or not, mine does. Perhaps it's because he's the type of kid, bless his unique little heart, who gets fixated on totally random objects. Lord knows why, but his latest fascination is a black, plastic clip-on fan, which he apparently saw on a recent laundry basket buying excursion.
Now most of the time when I try to drag my kids with me to run errands, I'm met with a symphony of moaning and groaning. But when I told my son he had to tag along to Bed, Bath & Beyond with me last week, he was suddenly an eager and willing participant. (Cue the "Twilight Zone" theme song.) I wasn't sure just what was up, but I certainly wasn't gonna over-think it.
Turns out that the oscillating fan section, of all bizarro things, had evidently caught his eye on a previous shopping trip. He literally yanked me over to the aisle as if he'd just discovered a unicorn or something. I wish I could say that I shared his same level of excitement, but rotating blades don't really do all that much for me, personally. He, however, was bound and determined to be the proud new owner of one of these little fans.
So the kid rushed home and counted every single penny he could find to go back and purchase his very own fan. He's been so stoked to clip it on his nightstand and crank it up to full blast at night while he's sleeping. He even carries it around during the daytime to cool off anyone who might be overheated. I suppose for now, it's all cute and fun, but when he catches pneumonia or cuts off a finger? Well, that might just have to be the end of the party.