happened today at the grocery store. We're all a little tired and ornery, right? Right. Isaiah had to keep his foul mood at bay and so uncorked a bottle of dish soap. The poor dish soap, being drained of its life, laid on its side and slowly drizzled its gooey green blood first on top of my precious flour then all through the aisles of the produce department. It was a remarkable stream for such a small bottle, really. So good work, Ms. Palmolive. I tired and ornery, didn't notice the trail being left behind, and a none-too-friendly employee had to point out my son's 4-yr-oldness.
And that is the thing that I never want to experience again in the grocery store.
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