While Brooklyn stayed at the table we’d eaten at, talking my ear off, the three other kids played at an empty table just across from us.
My kids’ favorite thing to do in the store is hide from me. They don’t stay by me without me telling them a hundred times. I find them frustrating, they find themselves hysterical.
They were being so freaking annoying as we checked out (playing with all the toys by the register, fighting with each other, running into the cart, pushing the cart into the person ahead of us) I sent them to sit on the bench that’s across the aisle so I could pay in peace.