We went shopping at the mall earlier today. I really do not like shopping at the mall with the munchkins. Sure enough, the girls didn’t disappoint. We were at the store and Chloe was upset because she saw something she liked and we didn’t get it for her. Sophie was upset because she saw something she liked and we didn’t get it for her. I went to the cash register to pay for what we decided to buy and the two of them were still sad and whiny. The hubby saw that I’d just about had it and he asked, in French, “What do you need?”
Bad question when your wife is ready to pull out her hair because of the sad and whiny kids. At that point, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not missing a beat, I replied, loudly enough for the others waiting in line to hear, “A lobotomy!”
If I hadn’t been so annoyed, I would have laughed at my own little joke. But I continued to steam for the next few minutes, and it didn’t help that little Sophie let me know how upset she was by sticking out her tongue at me.
The good news is that these moments don’t usually last very long. By the time we had visited a couple of other stores, Sophie and Chloe were back to smiling. And I wasn’t fantasizing about lobotomies any more.