The very small Hen House on a quiet Sunday afternoon…

BB gets to push the cart and CNN can put what we need into the cart and I, super mama can just facilitate…he he he

That worked for exactly one half of an aisle.  Who knows what started the bickering…does it really matter?

The store was completely silent.  Did I mention this?  S.I.L.E.N.T.

It was the aisle with detergents, cleaning products in general (you know the one)…BB whispers really loudly to his sister, “YOU are a m$$&#*r f$#*%r”.

I pause midstep.  Surely not. Not MY child…did he really say that???  Where did he even hear such a thing???  Okay, I know where he might have heard it, but do know it wasn’t Darmagirl.

All of a sudden we really needed to hurry and finish our shopping.  I am speedwalking, I take the cart, explain they’ve both been fired, and all down the next aisle CNN is right beside me saying, “MOM!!  Did you HEAR what he SAID???”

I said, “Yes, actually I did.  We are leaving.” 

I did tell him that was completely unacceptable.  Any further discussion would have turned him into a little myna bird or whatever you call them on horrible repeat mode.  His sister was totally aghast at the audacity of her brother and wanted EVERYONE and ANYONE to stop and take notice.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…a little help here?


About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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