Mrs. Baird's Thrift Store

Nana is in town and she talks about the Mrs. Baird's Thrift Store in Irving frequently. There is one in Bryan, which I had never been to, and we decided to go and check it out.

As soon as we walked in, Parker immediately started saying, "bread.bread.bread.bread.bread.bread." (Notice the spacing in that- it's exactly how he said it.. no pauses.) I'm not sure how he knew it was a bread store because the bread was against the wall, a good ways away from the front door.

I ended up having to open some of the cinnamon raisin bread to give him a piece before I put it in the cart. He had two pieces before we got home.