Ikea
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I forgot to write a post last week. Can you believe it? I don’t know how that happened.
My parents made a special day trip to Ikea on the 4th of July. My father was so excited to tell me about it. He doesn’t realize that after our struggle to find affordable furniture when we first moved here I’ve had just about enough of Ikea.
According to my father the highlight of Ikea was the cinnamon bun he ate there. “I like that place. I wouldn’t mind going back. That cinnamon bun was good too. I’m gonna get another one of those.” As long as he can get sweets at a place he likes it there.
My sister went to Ikea with them and bought a rug and throw pillows for her living room. My dad had this to say about that. “You should see here living room. It looks so cute with the new rug and pillows. She’s got that house looking so cute.”
My dad comes back from Ikea and now “cute” is a regular word in his vocabulary to describe interior design. He must be quoting my sister. I don’t think he’d say something like that on his own.
