Color Me Broke Color Me Mine
Let’s go paint our own pottery! I suggested brightly… I thought of the plates or mugs or photo frames they could decorate… something we can use around the house… maybe even a tooth fairy box?
Both girls picked dolphin statues… you know, this style:
I picked up the ceramic horror, turned it over and saw the following: #25 Kids: $7
As it was located in the section clearly marked, “KIDS”, I took this to read: inventory number 25, price, $7.
The girls picked out their paints, got their brushes and sponges assembled and enjoyed a half and hour or so of painting and laughing and it was quite cute and blah blah blah… they finished and I took the masterpieces up to the counter and imagine my fucking surprise when the kid said, That will be $61.00
SIXTY ONE AMERICAN DOLLARS!
Turns out that each statue was twenty five bucks and it was an additional seven dollars for the privilege of painting.
What. A. Racket.
I believe those statues retail for .35 at the Mexico border. Sometimes they will throw them in for free with the purchase of a pack of Chiclet gum or a pinata.
I’m sure I should be all about how sweet it was and that those fun moments don’t come with a price, but truthfully all I can think of is the other things I could have bought with that money…