Boy, I guess we must go to Target more than I imagined: Henry’s lately started volunteering the opinion that things–anything!–could be gotten at that store. Reading some Richard Scarry tales the other day, he noted–in his halting, weirdly William Shatneresque way–“Dude’s hat… popping off… Got it… at Target.” And later, when Mommy Cat burned up Pa’s shirt with her iron, Hen suggested, “Get another one… at Target.”
Target execs, if you need a sub-3ft pitchman, you know where to reach us (presumably at Target!).
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My big bro has worked for Target for about a decade. Mind if I share with him? He’s got a stressful desk job at corporate like the rest of us. I’m guessing he’d appreciate the picture 🙂