So, we all know that Brandon is, shall we say, tight. He kept saying that everything in Paris is expensive! I would ignore him on the phone, make nice and head out to Target. Well, ladies and gentlemen he was not kidding. I picked up some toys for the kids to play with in the sand box at the park. These toys combined at the Dollar General would have been no more than $4. France these toys were more like $8 a piece. So, inflated as they may be, and made in France no doubt we headed off to the park. Well, Wednesday school is out and the park was packed!!! Nevertheless, we headed to the sandbox. To my horror, other little kids starting making off with our new toys. Normally, this would not be a big deal, but call me cheap, I don't see a dollar general anywhere to replace these. Trust me I love these kids, but these prices are going to start dipping into the wine stash!
So, I let it go for awhile, keeping an eye on our bucket and shovel. When this woman says, "Every time we come I lose a toy. Yours looks how do you say...new." I laugh it off thinking O' not me. Well, it was time to go and I go directly up to the one kid tap her on the shoulder, point to the shovel and she gladly hands it over. Now, on to the pack of 4-5 year old boys that have the bucket. I know I'm 33, but I have never been more intimidated in my life. Give me a break, I've waxed bikinis for a living for the past 7 years. Well, I scurried off to my friend to ask for advice. She and my new friend laugh and say, "C'est le mien"...that's mine. I practiced a few times, talked myself up and head off. I walked up to the cute little pack of them, politely smiled, and said, "C'est le mien". It worked.
Off to view schools in the morning...one word the Metro.