The Flower Market

Today after dropping Danny off to school we took off to go to the flower market. This market is where we got all our flowers (which are quite dead by the way--apparently my ayis--the three we have had so far--have no better luck with plants than I do) for our flower pots on our balconies. This market is also where they have Halloween decorations, a toy store, many aquariums and fish and the frame and picture shop that Dustin and I had our pictures framed at this past spring. I wanted to show my mom it as well as look for some Halloween things for the party at Danny's school. I also wanted to check out the toy store for some small toys for Danny's birthday party that is coming up in another week.

Thankfully, it did not take us long to get there, and once there Tom said he would watch Josh while we quickly ran around. I first went into the Halloween store and was able to pick up a few things for the party. I was hoping for some nice stickers and other items, but they did not carry that type of thing at their store. We went on then to the toy store. We spent quite a bit of time coming up with toys that would work for the gift bags and for prizes. All of it was cheap cheap toys and trinkets, that would probably be below what the Dollar store would even consider selling back home. I was shocked therefore when the women wanted an enormous amount of money for them and would hardly negotiate on the price. I was so annoyed with her that I made quite the show of putting everything back except a set of crayons--usually this is when they will cave in their price, but she just stood there. We left the store with a lot less than I wanted, but I was unwilling to pay more than I would in the US for things I knew would break within a few times of playing with it (sometimes it doesn't even take that long with things made here and sold here--apparently their standard for quality is extremely low for what is sold domestically here).

After going in those shops, I just quickly showed my mom around the rest of it. We then headed back to the van to find that Tom had let Josh sit in the front and pretend to drive. This is all fine as he had a great time, but if you have ever made this mistake yourself you will know--Josh now believes that at 21 months he should be allowed to drive the van. He screamed and arched his back making it so hard to get him in his car seat. He did finally allowed me to buckle him in, and we traveled home to get Danny from school.