Who ARE those kids?

Today, my children were THOSE children.

You know the type.

They ran from Nordstrom to Starbucks at the mall.

Thatcher, when not running or spinning, decided to try walking backwards...into two separate people.

Hadley, after fondling every item in the refrigerated case at Starbucks, bit Thatcher.

Apparently the spanking she received for that did not deter her crazed spirit as she then proceeded to hang--monkey bars style--on the Starbucks queue rope.

As I was pouring cream in my coffee, they apparently decided to play "Ultimate Fighting Ring Around the Rosies" and flung each other--face first--into the floor.

While trying to wrangle Chad's wailing children off of the floor, the entire cup coffee spilled everywhere. And, yes, at this point, they are Chad's children.

No, I didn't bother cleaning it up. I figured it would be a bigger help to everyone if I took the kids far, far away and never came back.

That was my ten minute trip to the mall today. Imagine if we had stayed fifteen!

The Soothing Effects of Play-Doh

Thatcher just opened a new can of play-doh and said, "Mom, do you feel how comforting this is?" Seriously?