Not my child...

I drug the kids with me to Target on Monday night.

Is that the right word? "Drug?"

Anyway, the only things on my list were 1. a birthday present and 2. sunblock.

I was so looking forward to this outing as we had been cooped up in our house all day - waiting on a phone call from our ISD which never came...

Also, I had not been to Target in quite a long time in an effort to keep our unnecessary expenses down.

I strolled around the store leisurely. I ran into seph and we had a marathon conversation - the kind that mommies who have a sum total of 3 1/2 kids with them do not ever get to have - and then the kids and I checked every nook and cranny that clearance items are usually stashed.

Finally, I realized that I had forgotten to look at something I had been meaning to look at - stalling for time - and as I went back to the area of Target where our journey began earlier that evening, A. said, "I am exhausted of this!"

How can this be? A child of mine getting 'exhausted' by being at Target? Not possible.