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 (!).
Yes.
Obviously Chutes and Ladders came home with us.
My obsession with my new white Converse is second only to Indy’s obsession with his snow boots.
The stairway at the Salvation Army is lined with art to keep you company on the (considerable) climb.
(I also found an awesome super-worn-in salmon-pink button-down for Kendrick and a weird checkerboard crop top for me, so #win.)
