Mom, we're a store

Yesterday Kaylee and I were downstairs packing up some dress ups to mail and on the way back up, we stopped off in the food storage room for some vitamins, and canned foods to bring up, then stopped in another storage room to put away a box of toys. On the way back upstairs, she said excitedly, "Mom, we're a store, our house is a store!" I said no, it's just a house. She insisted, and I relented. I guess she is sort of right. We have a lot of things a store would have. Call us "Meyers Mart" or something like that.