Whoops. You buy about half the store and your kids ride in a rocket.
They spent about half an hour playing in it as I dug through my bottomless pit purse to find my debit card (don’t worry, Mum, I found it when I got home), couldn’t, then had to use the store office to call my chip credit card to ask what my PIN was again…and you know how fast calling credit cards is…Thank goodness the kids got along and the office guy was super patient and friendly.
“Well,” said my oldest, “today was a good adventure!”
Guess we really earned our ice cream after all that. Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup goodness, here we come! Oh, yeah, and reorganizing that purse, too…
2 thoughts on “What Happens When a Mom of Five Goes to Buy Milk”
You definitely deserve that ice cream!! And mom of the year award for raising such angels!
Thank you, Sasha! Making me blush again! 😉 I loved the post about your daughter thinking she weighed $20 this morning and have been thinking about writing on the topic of kids and body image as well…lots of drafts in my box right now!