For mothers everywhere …
I don’t know what it is about taking the girls to the local discount store, but somehow it’s like entering the Twilight Zone or something.
The shopping part usually goes smoothly. All the trouble starts at the check-out. I put the items on the belt, and the drama begins. Simone picks up a magazine she can’t read, and Nadia clutches a bag of candy. I figure I’ll deal with the oldest first. I tell Simone to put it back. When she will not let go, I do what any self-respecting mom would do. I take it from her. Nadia minds a bit better and puts her candy back on the shelf when I tell her to do so.
Simone, though, isn’t finished. Just as a hush falls over the check-out lanes, she says: “You’re a bad Mommy!” There is a pause, and she says it again. Just for emphasis, she says it a third time. The male cashier snickers. A woman one lane over says: “You’re not the first mommy to hear that.”
As for me, I am honored.