My leprechauns on a mall date

I treated the boys to the middle school me's wildest dream. Cruisin the  mall!   We had transfat-filled pretzels, got a collosal balloon, Cubby got an awful haircut and we searched high and low for a dinosaur toy.

Please! For the love of GOD! Put in a boy toy store at my mall! How is a mother supposed to get her shopping done without the tantalizing carrot of a new dinosaur? If only Bub were still into stuffed kitties. He was eyeing an iPhone case. And I had to explain a lot of weird and inappropriate things at  Newbury Comics. But no dinosaurs. Cubby was this close to getting a Grumpy Cat doll but he didn't like the flavor. Onto the floor it went.

I was called out.   I'm not a good mother today because Solomon Pond mall doesn't sell a single reptilian toy. And my feelings aren't hurt at all,  nope. And I totally did not use that comment as leverage to pick out the stories I like at bedtime. That would have been childish.

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