Target Trauma

I NEEDED diapers yesterday. I was completely out. Izak had a dinner with a customer. He said he could meet me at Target for a bit. (We also needed to get a new car seat.) Anyways. We get there, he gets the seat, I still have some shopping to, he has to go. I'm looking at my list, and I realize that Camille is standing in the cart! I put her in the front part and strapped her in, guess that didn't work. I tried putting her in the cart with Beatrice, but Camille wanted to stand up and throw stuff out of the cart. I put her back in the front part, with no help from Beatrice! Then Bea wanted to walk with me and she was stopping and looking at everything and wanting everything. I ended up just chucking the rest of my list and just getting the diapers. It was way too chaotic and I didn't want to be out in the parking lot loading everything up in the dark. Bea was upset that I gave the check out girl all the the stuff she picked out, telling her, "We don't want these." Of course she started crying. I was just glad to get the girls in the car. My phone is chiming in my pocket but I ignored it until we were all in the car and safe. I don't think I'll be doing that again any time soon.

The other night Beatrice said she would share her stuffed unicorn with Izak, which she did. Then she wanted to share it with me. Izak said something like: "I thought you were going to share it with me?" Beatrice then said, with her little index finger pointing out, "Dad, I just shared it with you a while ago. So stop crying!"

That girl cracks me up!