And you get back, and you’ve got two completely different kids.
(Well, that may have been because I left them in the grocery store for a few minutes, and someone swapped. Hmmm).*
Anyway, the grocery store is what I want to talk about. Can I introduce you to the new order of things?
It means that I have more space for groceries, and a better than usual chance that my groceries are going to get slightly smushed by Margaret HELPING, Mommy. HELPING.
*True story – I had gotten them both wrangled into the cart and had done my shopping and then realized that I hadn’t actually brought my purse in. So I went to the help counter and asked if I could leave my groceries while I ran out with the kids, and the nice lady came out from behind the counter and said to just run out, and while I was gone she plied my kids with stickers and games of peek-a-boo. It seems fairly safe.