Remember how I said that I hardly ever have to actually buy souvenirs for my kids when I travel? This trip did not fail to live up to swag expectations.
My children are oohing and aahing over the t-shirts, rulers with embedded caculators, fancy pens, and post-it notes. Oh, and the nasty-tasting but whimsical plane-shaped crackers from the airline. All free. They’re happy, and so’s my budget.
I’m setting aside the saved money for the kids’ therapy funds, natch. Someday they’ll need to spend some time working through their mother’s cheapness. So, for posterity: Mama loves you, kids. More than bargains, I swear.