Santa's Not Coming?

Yesterday, I picked Belen up from school.

I'd decided it was an ice cream sandwich and waffle day.

I didn't have any.

Off to the store we went.

While entering the store Belen went into total tantrum mode.

I waited for her to finish.

An elderly woman stopped,

gawked,

and finally said;

"Santa's not coming to your house little girl!"

Eventually the tantrum fizzled.

My sweet, helpful girl was back.

We took Camden to use the potty. 

He couldn't go.

We bought waffles and ice cream sandwiches.

I realized the U-Scan machine ate my quarter and gave me the wrong change.

I wait 15 minutes for a manager to come give me the right change.

Camden and Belen splashed in the drinking fountain. 

Narrowly missed being creamed by several passing grocery carts 

as they ran between me and the drinking fountain.

Giggles and squeals.

Finally, I get my change.

I gather the kids.

Camden had an accident while playing in the water.

We return to the bathroom.

Get Camden into dry clothes,

and an hour after we arrived at the store 

we finally leave.