I am a Thrift Store junkie. There is no denying it. I can't. I am not ashamed. I have an addiction. I have passed this on to my kids. Donnovan likes to go with me seeing as he has the gift to find a "treasure". Well apparently Nene and Ben like to go too. Whenever we pull into the Goodwill parking lot they get excited and say things like "it is the treasure store" "can we go find some treasures", well on this particular visit they still were very happy but they are warned they have to stay in the basket. Sometimes there is whining sometimes not. As we are walking around John with Nene and I with Ben, Donnovan walks off but stays close, things start going into the basketS (notice the capital letter). I am looking for stuff and I have been very lucky in the past finding all kinds of useful things, things that my mom used while I was growing up and still uses. As we are coming to a close on this particular visit I hear Nene laughing with John. So they come around the corner and Nene was so happy that she found her "narbles". I almost peed my pants when I realized that she meant marbles. Nothing fancy about them just ones you can get for decorating purposes at Walmart. There was nothing I could do to get her put them back, she started crying cause she wanted her "narbles" ok to be honest I did egg it on a little since it made me laugh every time I heard it. And I am smiling now as I type this. Anyhow the "narbles" came home with us and she is quite content. Just remember you never know what kind of treasures or memories you may find at a Thrift store.