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Proof my biological clock has shut down
Sep. 12th, 2010 04:13 pmJared and I had to make a trip to the bowels of Hell, aka Walmart. My department at work is sponsoring a Bake Sale tomorrow for United Way so I had to get some baking supplies.
When we got to the baking supply aisle, there was a mother with 2 children. One was a little ginger-haired toddler girl who was quiet as a mouse, sucking on her pacifier. Her sibling was a tow-headed boy of about 6 who was whining incessantly because he didnt like the cake his mother was going to make for his birthday. "waaaaaaahhhhhhhh I dont wanna soccer ball cake anymore!! waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!! I hate youuuuu!"
Bless her heart, the mother managed to keep from throttling the child. She kept calmly asking him what he DID want but he refused to answer. She'd ask him like 10 times and then finally say "Ok well I guess we stick with the soccer ball like you told me you wanted this morning..." and then he'd start back up with his screaming.
Our timing was such that we were almost always in the same aisle as this woman and her brat. Jared and I both agreed that we'd have dragged that kid straight home with NO cake.
When we got to the baking supply aisle, there was a mother with 2 children. One was a little ginger-haired toddler girl who was quiet as a mouse, sucking on her pacifier. Her sibling was a tow-headed boy of about 6 who was whining incessantly because he didnt like the cake his mother was going to make for his birthday. "waaaaaaahhhhhhhh I dont wanna soccer ball cake anymore!! waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!! I hate youuuuu!"
Bless her heart, the mother managed to keep from throttling the child. She kept calmly asking him what he DID want but he refused to answer. She'd ask him like 10 times and then finally say "Ok well I guess we stick with the soccer ball like you told me you wanted this morning..." and then he'd start back up with his screaming.
Our timing was such that we were almost always in the same aisle as this woman and her brat. Jared and I both agreed that we'd have dragged that kid straight home with NO cake.
