Walmart

I have begun to suspect that Walmart is somehow sending subliminal messages into the brains of our children, people.  Steve and I have never mentioned Walmart, we never go to Walmart, Wm does not watch TV ever (seriously...EVER), no one we know goes to/talks about Walmart.  Despite this, Wm keeps yammering on about Walmart!  The batteries in his controller died yesterday and he said, "we'll need to go to Walmart to get some more."  Then, he continued to harangue me all night about "going to Walmart."  I don't even know where a Walmart IS for the love of Zeus!  Just now, he was talking about the next thing he was going to build from Legos and he said, "I am going to build Walmart out of Legos!"  I find this...horrifying.  Walmart has somehow permeated my carefully constructed Walmart-free Zone!  [shaking fist in air] "WALMART!!!!!!!!!!"  It's on now.  A battle royal.  Me vs. Walmart for the soul of my child!  I will be victorious!  By all that is holy, Wm will only grace a Walmart to protest its existence!!!  (Flash ahead 30 years and Wm will probably be CEO of Walmart, change the name to Wilmart, and drive around in his new Hummer that runs on orphan tears and baby seal pelts.)

Oh, and also, Steve has succumbed to The Dread Stomach Bug of Doom.  So that pretty much sucks for him.  He started feeling nauseous at work today, then sent me a gchat that said only, "it has begun."  He came home and has been sulking around all afternoon.  Wm and I, however, are both better and returned to work/school today.