...or in Punky's case, a kid in a furniture store. What was I thinking?
We went dresser shopping tonight. I'm desperately in need of one. The closet is overflowing and I have piles on the floor. To be honest, we could really use an entire bedroom set. Not a single piece of our current furniture matches any other, and it's all old and falling apart. Even the set I have at home down state is forty years old so it's not even worth it to move it up here. But all new stuff is not an option financially...so I settled for one fairly cheap dresser. It'll do for now.
Anyway, I never considered the ramifications of taking Punky into a furniture store. The opportunity never presented itself until now. I'm surprised we weren't asked to leave.
Display after display of bedroom furniture, complete with perfectly inviting beds. A virtual sea of bare matresses for sale. Couches everywhere. And then there was the kids' section. High beds with ladders and stairs. The temptation was irresistible.
I think Punky jumped on every bed in the store. Twice. Most of the bare matresses. Many of the couches. And one particular child bed fascinated her to no end. It was probably close to five feet high, with drawers and compartments underneath for storage. It didn't have a traditional ladder; it had a cool carpeted staircase that ran up the one side of it. She must've climbed those stairs, and jumped on the bed, at least a hundred times.
Punky's dad had the job of chasing her around the store, and pulling her off the furniture, while I took forever deciding on a dresser. Hey, these things take time. When we finally left, he was beyond frazzled. Punky had a blast though...
Maybe I'll take her back there when we're bored in the winter and looking for something fun to do. She'll enjoy it just as much as any other indoor playground. Of course I'll need to buy something again to keep them from throwing us out... If we go enough times, I can get the entire bedroom set piece by piece.
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