Trying to get to the playground by Madge's school, we ran into the weekend fleamarket setting up shop.
Of course, they have toy bins, in which you find dismantled discarded McDonald's Happy Meal gimcracks, among other things. Which is why we had this conversation:
Coco (holding thing up to eye): Daddy, what is this?
Me: It's half a binocular, which they're trying to sell you as a telescope.
Coco: Can I have it?
I think if the flea market were actually marketing fleas, that would be a step up.
And no, Julie, I didn't get it for him.