Groceridiculous

The girls and I ran some errands this morning, culminating in a trip to Cub. The ostensible reason for the trip there was the deposit of a few checks that have been hanging around the the fridge for too long, but we turned the trip into an Exciting Adventure by partaking in the free apples that the store offers to kids.  Julia has been talking about having an apple at Cub for a couple months, so this was a big deal. Such are your dreams when you're four.

Anyhow, we sat at a booth in the sad little snack area to have our apples. Julia was very concerned with consuming every edible part of the apple while not consuming any part of the core, so as she got down to the middle she started prefacing ever nibble with, "Is this the core? Is this the core? Is this the core?" After a couple riveting minutes of this, she finally was down to just the woody bits in the middle, which I duly took from her. Then I looked over at Vivi, just in time to notice that she was holding a little scrap of fruit and her stem. She'd eaten the damn core.

This is not only proof that you can't win, but that you also can only rarely eke out a tie.

After getting those checks into the ATM, we started making our way out of the store, but our paths took us past the nail-polish display. Along with Cub apples, "toenail polish" is another obsession of Julia's, so naturally we had to stop. When Vivi saw her sister take out one of the bottles to examine, she reached for two. Or maybe three. Coulda been four; I was losing track. Giggling as I tried to grab them back, she thus inspired Julia, giggling as well, to take one or two more down. Faced with the horror of an exponential increase in the number of polish bottles in play, I had to laugh, too. Restraining both mischief-makers with a fistful of their dresses, I plucked the bottles from their sweaty little palms and put them back - some in the right spots, some not. I'm sorry, Cub Maybelline Saleslady, for laying waste to your display.

Forecast: Significant blowing and drifting, with the possibility of heavy accumulation in rural areas.