Unaccompanied Minors

Over the weekend I went thrift store shopping with my friend, Laura. Oh, and her 3 young children. 

First, we stopped at Burger King to get the kids dinner. We get our food and all is fine until I mistakenly try to discipline a child that is not my own. Do not do this. Ever. I mean, EVER. Seriously.

 First of all, it was totally not my place to say anything, but I thought I was helping. Really. One of Laura's boys was practically sitting on his toddler sister's lap and she was getting really fussy. As in, making a noise that sounds like a drowning cat, fussy. Laura asked him (nicely) to move. Which he wouldn't. I thought I would help by adding that if he didn't listen, I was going to take his leap pad. Wrong move. Her son got very angry with me and started making a "I'm being possessed by the devil" type face and began screaming. Ugh, sorry Laura. I said I was sorry to her son and all was well, but I still feel so bad about it. Because, I mean, like who the hell am I to  get involved like that? I'm surprised Laura didn't smack me.

So, we make it to the thrift store and Laura and I start browsing in separate aisles. Suddenly, I see a shopping cart filled with children careening through the store. Logan (who is 3 & 1/2) is standing up inside the cart. Paige (the 1 & 1/2 year old) is sitting in the child seat portion of the cart. They are being pushed by Jack, Laura's 6 year old. "Pushed" being the operative word here. It is more like Jack is trying to get enough speed to catapult his brother and sister into space and if they don't go fast enough, they won't break the atmosphere and will explode into millions of tiny pieces. So Jack goes flying by me, all the while Logan is making a sound that compares in both volume and sound effects to a car alarm. I turn to watch them go right past me, the slowly turn back to browsing through the store's selection of clothing while simaltaneaously muttering out loud (so the stranger shopping next to me can hear me), "Wonder where those children's mother is?" Okay, so that last part didn't actually happen. I'd be such a bitch if I had done that. But, I did turn away from Laura's kids and pretend I didn't know them. That actually did happen. Sorry, Laura. I can't believe you're still friends with me.

But, aside from this isolated incident, I really do adore Laura's kids. Jack is hilarious, constantly saying things that lead me to believe he's going to be a stand-up comedian. Like, for example, in Laura's last blog (she writes one too, btw, and you should definitely check it out- http://thematoscircus.blogspot.com) Jack smacked Laura on the ass and called her "Ol' Lady!" Awesome. 
His younger brother, Logan, is just so stinking cute and adorable. He was me giving hugs and kisses yesterday that made me just melt. And he's in love with Chloe and is super sweet to her. And Paige, well, let me tell you, that girl is going to cure cancer. She's just that smart. I mean, she's 1 & 1/2 and she can count to 3. But not just say the numbers, she can actually show you 1, 2, and 3 items. I'm serious. She's a flippin' genius.

Anyway, I think these photo booth photos taken at the Danbury Fair Mall yesterday completely sum up everything you need to know about us and our kids

Take 1:

Take 2:

I think the best one is the third photo from the top in "take 2":

So in all, it was a very eventful shopping trip and Laura and I were very excited about our thrift store finds. I got about 8 or 9 pairs of name-brand pants for Chloe (Baby Gap, Children's Place, Gymboree, etc) and a shirt for $16.00. Awesome! Laura got the steal for the day, finding a brand new pair of Oshkosh snow pants for like $3. I love being white trash! Just kidding, shopping at a thrift store doesn't make you white trash. But I actually am starting to think that I am (just a little). But that's another blog.

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