C.O.S.T.C.O

I despise Costco. I get overstimulated by the products and the crowds and always end up making very poor decisions (like impulse purchasing 17 lbs of lunch meat or a giant container of salted caramels). However, I agreed to go last week for one reason.

I was dying to see Reid and Lou in the cart together.

There was some hair pulling, eye gouging, and paci swapping, but for the most part I think they enjoyed it. Look closely and you can see a 3 year old in the main basket. She had a fabulous time enjoying all of the samples. Lou won't eat pureed apples, but he was all over the artichoke dip. Discriminating palate, I suppose.