My personal shopper
I went into my favorite store the other day, looking for one item that I had to get. I scoured the entire store looking for it. And I couldn’t find it. Defeated, I went back to the couch that Dan and Ava were sitting at so patiently. Dan looks at me and tells me that Ava told him that I was going to by that mug on the coffee table. There it was! My mug. The one that reminds me of my Dad’s village in Croatia.
But how did Ava know I wanted to buy it? Freaky.
