Didn`t know I was pointing at the time, but check out the sign, people. |
Kids are pricey. Forget the jillion dollars it costs for birth and think instead of the clothes to wear, toys to bash, and videos to babysit. With these expenses no living human can be expected to raise a child without help from the (value) village.
Sometimes we need toys to replace the one's Patrick's torn asunder. Perhaps it's replacement plates or spatulae for ones I've managed to meander to the sandbox. Maybe we just need a new nighty for that ever-expanding Mr. Dominic. Whatever it is that's cleverly quired (or required) we know we can find it at the Village of Value.
I mostly wander the aisles exploring whatever roughly strikes my fancy while the parents peer about here and there for deals on whatever needs having. Some think thrift shopping is beneath them, but saving money is never below us, nor is wandering aisles. Fun for me, cheap for them, what's not to like?
Not only does Value Village (aka "Savers" and "Village Les Valeurs" depending on where you live) have all kinds of cool random stuff for me but, better still is that the allowance I give my parents goes farther. Maybe you've never been there or not in a long time, but there's so much great random stuff there. Movies you forgot about, Atari games, greeting cards, funny hats, kind of whatever. It's like a cross between a store, a bazaar and a treasure hunt.
I have to go now, I'm trying to dictate this article and Dad says we have to put the pen down and check out. Yeah, well check me out, I was done anyway!
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