Yuck
Took the kids to Target today to get out of the house. Little Miss Fussy spent the entire time Not Sleeping, while Little B every 4 seconds reminded me that he wanted to go look at the toys. The worst part of the shopping trip was at the end when I took him to the potty (he denied having to go while doing the potty-dance). Bad timing had us entering while an older woman was in there yacking her entire stomach contents out while her dear husband was tending to her. Since I had the stroller I had to go in the end stall, handicapped if you will, which was right next to the one she was yacking in...
Meanwhile, you know kids... Billy was so intrigued by what the woman was doing. He stood behind the husband and tried to look in the stall (they left the door open, since they both can't fit in the stall while she was puking). I ushered him on and then once we were in the stall, he proceeded to kneel and try to peak underneath....
I can tell you she probably had eggs for breakfast, because that was what appeared to be in chunks on the bathroom floor in our stall.
Good times.... Good times.
