Mothering Many

The grocery store is not that exciting, is it? It’s not to me, at any rate. Mostly just another chore to get done. My children, however, seem to mis-hear me all the time. I know this is true, because when I say “go to the grocery store”, they act like I have said “go to my special place”, and they all beg to go. And since the grocery store is really NOT that exciting, it thought it must be a crazy mistake.

And then I figured it out. It’s the vending machines by the door, the ones made by vendstar and others. The banks (yes, I said banks–have you looked lately??) of machines, sell everything from little plastic rings to fruit-shaped gum balls that are almost life size.

–insert picture of lemon gum ball here, except she ate it so it’s not in the cabinet anymore–

And tattoos! And bones. And fruit candy……ok, I think you get the point. And I’ll be getting it the rest of the afternoon since I made the mistake of asking Diva to “tell me about those little machines at the store”. Ha!