The Great Tantrum of 2010

Let me tell you just how a trip to Target went with my 3 little monkeys.

It started off pretty mellow. I put all of the kids in the cart: Lily in front, Boys in back.

It's little tight but I don't like having the boys walk all the time.

So, I promised them that well behaved little people would get a little prize.

We did our other shopping and then we went to the toy aisle.

Seriously, there were waaaaayyyyy too many choices but they finally decided on their little toy.

As they are looking at their selection in the cart, Parker punches Jackson in the face.

So, I took his toy and put it on the shelf.

I explained to him that we don't hit and that he

wouldn't get his toy today.

He screamed.

He cried and snot streamed down his face.

He begged for "another chance."

He told me "I will be good if I can have my toy back. "

I ignored him and made my way to the checkout.

Seriously, he was screaming.

Everyone. was. staring. at. us.

The looks people gave me were of disgust, as in:

How could she let her child scream?

And...you know what I did?

I smiled at everyone.

Because, let's face it:

What else could I do?

{Parker-here is your payback.

Though, currently you could pass as a nudist with your lack of need for clothing.

One day (I hope), this will embarrass you,

just as you did to me in Target. LOL}