Sam's Club

We went to Sam's club to restock on non-perishables. Leah was excited, and I was trying to decide if it was worse than going to the dentist or not. We didn't buy food because it would most likely go bad, but Levi really wanted the box of 72 Pop Tarts.

Leah loves a good deal, and I'm always skeptical about whether we actually need industrial sized packages. I end up battling each thing she tries to put in the cart, but she's in charge of keeping the household items in stock so I defer to her judgement. I'm pretty sure Noelle won't be a baby anymore after we run out of the baby powder we bought today.

I don't know why, but I find that place funny. There's just something goofy about a 96 oz jar of mayonaise or a barrel of pickles. When Leah's not looking I like to sneak stuff into the cart, like two gallons of nacho cheese.

Levi was really impressed by the tower of paper towels 40 ft. high. I said I'd need a helicopter to get those. He said either that or a go-kart with sticky wheels. When I said those are hard to find, he said they're Japanese.

As our oversized shopping cart began to pile up Leah remembered that she forgot to take the stroller out of the trunk before we left. She said we could put the napkins back. I know you're thinking napkins aren't very big, but this was like 16,000 paper napkins. She looked kinda disappointed, so I said, nah, we'll keep it and just pile stuff in the backseat with the kids. Problem was, she just kept getting more stuff. Our shopping cart was overflowing; Levi had to hang on to the paper towels to keep them from falling out. So I put the napkins back. Even without the napkins it was close. I had to ride home with 36 rolls of toilet paper in my lap.