So, my son has this newfound love for wandering around thrift stores (we call it “treasure hunting”).
I understand that this is a pretty bizarre thing for a three-year-old to be into, but bizarre or no, it excites me so much that I have to take him out to do this whenever humanly possible. My parents live just a block away from my favorite thrift store on the planet – the Salvation Army on West 46th Street, where you can find crazy-good furniture and clothing and knickknacks (they call it “bric-a-brac”) and – best of all…
Superhero-themed Chutes and Ladders games still in the original packaging (!).
(I also found an awesome super-worn-in salmon-pink button-down for Kendrick and a weird checkerboard crop top for me, so #win.)