This is a small little story that my Mom just shared with me. I was explaining to her that we are taking my step-son, Tyler, to his first Boston Red Sox game tomorrow night. (He's nine .. he is going to explode when he finds out!!). I do not own a single shirt/hat/apron that has any Red Sox logo or even anything that LOOKS like the logo on it. Made a quick pit stop at Target and picked up a shirt for myself and my hubby (yes, I dress him too).
After telling my Mom my tale of buying two shirts at $15 a piece for one silly game, she explained to me: Tyler is only 9 once, soon enough, he will go on his own. Splurge a little.
That's when she told me that my father always said "if you love it, or need it, just buy it". She went on to say that he would never look at the price tags (which I find hard to imagine .. I mean - never? ever?). My Mom would say something to the effect of it being "too expensive" or something. My Dad would always be there telling her that money isn't worth worrying about. "Gostas? Entao compra!"
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