GYAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

[auntbijou]

Okay, next year? Remind me to never, never, ever again go school supply shopping ALONE with my kids. No, seriously, put it on your calendars for August of next year, "Remind Auntie DO NOT GO SCHOOL SUPPLY SHOPPING ALONE WITH YOUR KIDS!!"

And then remind me, over and over again.

*bangs head into wall repeatedly*

Comments

[tilia_tomentosa]

So what happened? :)

[auntbijou]

This happened...

[tilia_tomentosa]

LOL

BuT it's no fun when it happens to YOU.

[winterlyoness]

Unless the children attacked the blue heffalump hiding at the end of the aisle, then ate ALL the chocolate pudding and colored on the floor manager...I'm sure they will let you back into the store, having forgotten all about the attempt at setting shoes on fire.

[auntbijou]

*dies laughing*

Well, it did make me think of that adage, "If you think you want kids, first buy a baby goat, and take it to the grocery store, and try to keep it out of everything. Then pay for what it destroys. If that doesn't bother you, then you're ready to be a parent!"

Actually, it was mostly the Impertinent Daughter picking at the Impossible Son, until he reached critical mass, and then him taking random jabs at her, trying to find vulnerable spots for maximum hit points. Just when I'd get that sorted, and start trying to find yet another of the bizarre requirements on the supply list, they'd start it all over AGAIN.

It tempts me to lock them in a room, let them duke it out, and then raise the survivor! But I'm rather attached to both of them, so... *sigh*

[tilia_tomentosa]

It sounds like my brother and me when we were kids... except he was the one who picked at me until I reached critical mass, and we usually didn't do it in front of our mother.