The Great Pillow Quest

I finally decided it was time.

After years of sleeping on my old, flat-as-a-pancake pillow, I was on a mission: find a new one and reclaim my sleep.

So, there I was, in the bedding aisle, surrounded by more pillow options than I ever knew existed—firm, soft, extra fluffy, cooling, contouring… seriously, who knew pillows had such personalities?

I finally chose one, convinced it was the perfect match for my weary neck.

Then we continued through the stores when another son said, "Mom! Look! Umbrellas are on sale!"

We choose to take a look and that’s when it happened.

In the blink of an eye, my youngest snatched an umbrella from the display, and with a gleam in his eye, proclaimed, “It’s a sword!”

After I rolled my eyes he grabbed my carefully selected pillow, stuck his hand through the plastic packaging, and declared it his shield.

So there we were, right in the middle of the store—a knight in khakis and a t-shirt wielding an umbrella sword and a pillow shield.

He swished the umbrella back and forth, moved the pillow around as if defending off the mobs, all while shoppers looked on with amused smiles (or possibly mild concern).

Meanwhile, I was juggling my cart, half-laughing, half-praying that we’d make it out without knocking down an entire display.

Because when your youngest decides he’s the hero of aisle seven, you just have to roll with it.

Did I end up with the perfect pillow? Maybe.

I’ll let you know if it ever gets a chance to do its actual job… you know, supporting my head and not defending from the mobs or deflecting imaginary dragon fire.

Blessings,

Melissa

P.S. The good news? We got the umbrellas on sale. But now I’ve experienced what it’s like to march to the checkout behind a fearless little warrior.