Buying Food

There was no food in the house for Payson by Monday afternoon. So a trip to the store was a must.

But first, with growling tummies, we stopped at Wendy’s. They’re one of the only fast food places with gluten-free options.
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Having fast food in front of them, my kids were really happy. And silly.
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Ember got some banana puffs. She was happy regardless of missing out on fried foods.
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Brooklyn was having her baby practice standing up using the table for support (Ember stood on her own for five full seconds many times this week) and was cheering her on. Lots of enthusiasm.
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We went to WalMart for groceries. I usually avoid going there because their fresh food is revolting but I didn’t want to drive a bazillion miles away to Fry’s or Target.
At the end of the trip the kids asked for coins to put into this thing:
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I had a handful of extra change in my purse. I passed them each a coin and they excitedly dropped them in the slots.
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I had planned on giving them all of the change I had in my purse (one coin at a time) but Brooklyn’s response to watching the coin spinning down was, “But mom you only gave me one coin. I don’t want just one coin.” In the whiniest, brattiest tone. I was really surprised (why am I ever surprised by this child anymore?) and disgusted with how awful she was being. I told her that whining certainly wasn’t the way to get more coins and that I was planning on giving all of them more but how I was sad that she was being whiny and didn’t even thank me for the coin.
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Instead of saying thank you and asking for another she got even whinier, bordering on throwing a fit! So that was it for coins.
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I nursed Ember in the front seat while the car cooled down. Twenty minutes later we were on our way home.
Payson fell asleep.
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She didn’t.
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They didn’t.
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We saw a cute bit of rainbow on the way home.
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2 thoughts on “Buying Food

  • Ah, those little life lessons! I swear this age is proving to be the most difficult. I am noticing huge sense of entightlement/egocentricness in my dauther (who is 6)… more so than ever before! We are slowly working our way through it. But, wanted you to know I am right there with you – a tough age as they set their feet down with more indapendence.

  • Chaylee has been a bit of a handful this summer too. Is it the age? Tim and I have often commented to each other lately that its ironic that our hardest child is our oldest lately. Well, honestly Cayden is always the hardest, but still, the oldest should never be harder than their younger siblings right? I love that picture of the rainbow.

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