Craft Fair

Last night I told Zander that I was going to take him to a craft fair this week. I also asked him if he wanted to help me put prices on the items. He found all of this very interesting. In a few minutes he came walking over to me with his head down and he wrapped himself around my leg and said something. I said, "what?" and he replied, "Please don't sell me mama" and he looked up and was crying. Well, I wanted to cry too and Summers started laughing. The more he laughed the harder Zander cried. I forgot how literal he is and apparently taking him to a craft fair means that he is being sold. I felt like the worse mom ever. I spent the rest of the evening convincing him that I would never sell him.