One day, back when I was about 5 months pregnant with Brady I had to go grocery shopping. Unfortunately, my husband was working crazy hours again...still...so I had to take the Red Beast and Stinky with me. To some people this may not seem like a big deal. Those are the people who have not met my hellion children. So here I am hugely pregnant (yes I know I was only 5 months along but I got HUGE and FAST with my 3rd pregnancy. Those of you who only have 1, you'll see...) waddling through the grocery store with a whiney 3 year old "I want cookies...I want fruit snacks...I want daddy...I want to go home....I want candy...." Then the little one pipes in. "AHHHH! AHHHH! AAAHHH! MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!" (He was only about 14 months at the time and "mine" was a gem that was taught to him by his glorious sister) Left and right people were staring at me. Some were glaring, some were looking at me with a pittying gaze, others were just shocked. How dare this woman let her unruly kids into the store?? As if people with terrors for children dont' have to eat. C'MON!
By the time I got to the check out line and was paying for the groceries I had that classic "glazed over and lost my will to live" mommy look. I did not hear the screaming and shouting. I was using all my strength not to burst into tears or to slap my youngsters silly.
Then I looked up and the lady who was bagging my groceries looked at me, looked at my kids, looked at my belly and said, "And you really wanted to have more?"