At 4:40am on the dot, you woke up, threw your arms in the air and started running in circles while squealing. "Oh no," your dad said, "She's got the gene." What he means is that your grandmother Peg Peg also wakes up before the crack of dawn to go head-to-head against the bargain-hunting masses on Black Friday. It doesn't matter if she needs anything or not. Cool stuff could be out there and we must find it before anyone else. Or, as Peg used to say when she'd wake me up on Black Friday, "GET UP! SOMEBODY'S TOUCHIN' OUR STUFF!"
That's "the gene"your dad was referring to - the crazy one.
So at 5-something in the morning, you, your dad, Grandma Sue and I all got in the car and went to Toys R Us. It was madness. MADNESS, I say. As were the next four stores we hit.
We had to have breakfast at IHOP to recover some of the calories we burned throwing elbows and wrestling for deals. Per the usual, you unpacked, resorted and repacked your sugar packets while waiting on your silver dollar pancake platter.
We eventually had to take Grandma Sue home and say good-bye. We want to be sure she knows how much we enjoyed our Thanksgiving, and how determined we are to do all of our shopping online next year.
One good thing about Black Friday: it wore your butt out, and we didn't hear a peep out of you all the way home.
Love,
Mom
P.S. There's a funny phenomenon that happens when your grandmothers have their picture taken with you. They get so invested in trying to entertain you that they forget that they're also in the photo, as are the funny faces they're making. What I'm trying to say is, despite photographic evidence to the contrary, your grandmothers aren't really crazy people.
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