One of the things I love about Aldi is that I can usually find everything on my list without being bombarded by thousands of distractions – like an overpriced, low quality toy section.
One of the things I dislike about Aldi is that they will periodically carry random items that don’t appear in their weekly flyer, so the only way to know they’re there is to come across them accidentally.
Monday afternoon I was in Aldi with the mackerdoodle, minding my own business, trying to make sure I had the house stocked with staples for when the baby comes and answering the question, “Oh my! When were you due?” every aisle. Suddenly I was assailed with the sounds of the mackerdoodle saying, “PRINCESS BARBIES! MAMA! PRINCESS BARBIES! PINK PRINCESS BARBIES! CAN I HAVE ONE? PLEASE?!?”
Oh. What to do? They were, in fact actual Barbie dolls with genuine Disney Princess endorsement on the box, but at Aldi prices (ie: half the price of the same doll at Target). But half the price is still a price, and the mackerdoodle’s daddy has a pretty strong opinion about Barbies. So I did what every good woman should do in that circumstance.
“That’s a question for Daddy, sweet girl. You’ll have to ask him.”
Dodged a bullet! By the time we got home she had forgotten about the Barbies.
Wednesday afternoon the entire family was at Aldi because I have pregnancy brain, so this time I brought a list.
ANYWAY! We were back at Aldi, and the second we got into the store, the mackerdoodle’s barbi-dar was activated and she dragged her daddy to the tiny display with remarkable tenacity. I won’t go through the entire discussion. All you need to know is this:
And that’s when the unexpected happened. As the mackerdoodle selected her pink princess barbie, the cheesedoodle, never one to be left out, boldly approached the display and selected a yellow one. Jonathan looked at me in a bit of confusion. “Where are the other toys?” There are, of course, no other toys; no trucks, no action figures, not even a Ken barbie – just princesses and the cheesedoodle has chosen a yellow one and put it in the cart.
So what did his daddy do?
When sharing this with some of his male friends at mid-week, Jonathan received this response from our friend Kevin, who is a PhD candidate in Church History at Berkley (yes. That Berkley.) “Just remember that variation does not necessarily mean deviation.”
We all laughed.