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?