Sharing the Wealth

I have a great friend who rewards her kids with quarters and they are just about the best kids ever. So in hopes of having some o' dat- I bought my kids piggy banks yesterday. Oh the joy! Amazing how incredibly excited littles get by a ceramic pig they can put money into.
Oh the sorrow! Even more amazing is the devastation following the shattering of piggy on the floor by little brother. 
This morning I promised Lulu I would go back to Target and get her another one. So off I went for another meditative morning in the aisles.  While I was in line getting the piggy bank plus 3 t-shirts that Oliver doesn't need, I observed a younger mom behind me with a pair of twin boys. One was mashing bananas onto the cart while the other one was showing me what a lovely set of choppers he has. They were incredibly cute amongst the boxes of diapers and miscellaneous baby stuff. In my mind I am thinking "Jeezus shit, HOW does she do it.  TWO boys?" She looks at me and starts apologizing for her son's behavior as if I care that there is banana mushed all over the target cart. Then the hour of Targeted meditation hits me. I know how to get rid of some of my clutter!
"Hey do you need any clothes for your kids? toys? stuff? I have a 4 year old...."
She looks at me slightly bewildered as if for a moment she is trying to decide if I am #1. Serious and #2. a weirdo. 
Then a big smile crosses her face.  I continue by saying how it must be hard having two and the amount of clothes they must go through blah blah blah...
"That would be GREAT!" she says.  I get her number and leave feeling like the cat who ate the canary.
HA! I have fooled this woman into taking all of Oliver's barely worn and wonderful clothes! So much better then trying to sell it at a garage sale and she will actually use it. Hurray. That gets rid of part of the clutter. 
Am I perhaps solving my problems?