Last night at Central Market, I lost track of Austin. After perusing the discontinued (but not discounted, sadly) merchandise for a while, I headed back to where I'd seen him last: in the bulk department, looking for a dried fruit trail mix-ish thing. He was still there, shimmying a scooper into one of the bins.
"What're you doing?" I ask, before I look down to see he's rummaging -- with some difficulty -- through the HARIBO ALPHABET LETTERS. He's got four or five letters in a bag already.
"I'm trying to do something fun for you! This would be so much easier if I had one of those tongs."
I see that he has a small assortment of letters in his bag, and that they all are components of my name. "I can't find a stupid s
Eventually he found one, and I marched out of the aisle with a huge smile and a bag of my name in Haribo gummi letters: