A completely random choice of aisles at Target completely changed my life today. At least, for a limited time.

I was on my way to pick up some juice and needed to cut through an aisle to get there. I could have picked any of a dozen different routes, but the one I chose took my past a miracle $0.96 product that is truly revolutionary: chocolate swirl marshmallows.

My first thought upon seeing such a culinary masterpiece was that I had to have some. My second thought was why it took until 2010 for such a thing to exist. I mean, nobody in their right mind could walk past this:

Two fun flavors in one! The bag does not lie, these things are delicious. But notice in the top-left corner it says “Limited Edition!” While I applaud their enthusiasm with the exclamation point, I do not like the message. Just when we get this miracle product, the fine people at Kraft are already threatening to take it away.

Crying shame.

In an unrelated note, I realized today that I forgot another important part of my conversation with 7-year-old Ellie from the weekend. If you didn’t read about the enlightening encounter with a creative kid, you can find it here (or just scroll down, it’s only two posts ago).

I left out our discussion of kid-craze Silly Bandz. For those of you who are not in the know, they are fancy rubber bands that kids go nuts about. They come in all kinds of colors and themes and are often traded. Some schools have banned them, probably on grounds that they are somehow distracting to the educational mission or some crazy adult reason like that.

Anywho. Ellie has 78 of them. Or 73. No 78. No, it’s 68. I’m not sure we ever settled on a final number. But she was very clear that she wears five — and only five — at one time. I am sad to report that I did not get a reason for the number. It seems like the kind of thing that would be mom-imposed as a way to keep all 68 (or so) from being worn at one time.

That would just be silly.