your daughter grabs the grocery ads from the mailbox, her eyes light up to the size of saucers and she screams, "mom! Fish is for sale!"
I glance down at the ad, "Um, Scarlet, that is chicken."
"Chicken?"
"Yes."
Eyes somehow get even bigger, "Mom, that means chicken is on sale... AND NOW WE CAN GET SOME!"
What followed can only be described as a happy dance.
Before you know it she will be couponing and walking immediately to the back of every clothing store. Gotta love the cheap at heart!