Also did I mention that we had to replace the toilet twice in about two months? Evidently the boys thought that because it starts with “toy” that’s where the toys belonged.
Did I mention the time I was 7 months along and shopping with my two year old, an angelic looking sweetie with a gorgeous strawberry blond ponytail, who was capable of slipping out of his harness and tying me to a streetlamp with it? How he escaped the stroller and the security guard at the door and managed to get to the corner before I even reached the desk to announce his disappearance?
Baruch Hashem, he was escorted back to me by two young friendly Italian men who said, seeing my expression, “DOn’t yell at her, lady, she’s scared enough.”
I realized how lucky we were, and didn’t shop again for six months.