Shopping Lessons

Every time I try to give them a little rope...they hang me with it.

What on God's green earth makes me take my kids to the grocery store? It's hell I say. Hell. I only bought two fancy goldfish cracker things I didn't want to get, so that part was okay. But it's a bad sign when the checker at the next lane chastises one of your kids (Zach) for pushing a button he shouldn't and the bag girl says goodbye to your kid by name (Zach) only because she heard you say it 67 times in the space of 4 minutes.

Inexplicably, the cashier gave me several paper towels "just in case" before I left...said you could tell he was a grandfather. From paper towels? Whatever. I didn't take them with me.

Oh, and Josh's lips are so red because his after-school snack was Nacho Cheese Doritos (from the orange and crunchy food groups).