Does anyone else have one of those relationships with someone where every activity you do together is spontaneous? Yes? No? That's the relationship my sister & I have. She will usually call me up & be all, "Hey, what are you doing? Let's go to the mall & pick out a dress for my wedding reception/ barbecue thing. We can take Collin & he can play in the kid play area thingy-ma-jigger." Then, I'll frantically jump in the shower & try to pack a diaper bag & then realize I forgot to pack something for Collin to drink & then I feel like a big, fat Mom failure. Then I'll remember I have to do a vlog for Vloggin' Vednesday & that I need to be home before nighttime so there is enough light because my house is a freaking bat cave. And then I realize I'm typing in run on sentences & need to stop.
By now, you can guess we went to the mall today & this was Collin's first visit to the infamous mall play area. This was also my first visit to the mall play area. I envisioned my sister & I enjoying a savory, warm mall pretzel on a bench while we gossiped & giggled at all the sweet kids playing nicely together.
Yeah...not so much. The mall play area would better be named the mall death pit. It felt like everywhere I turned there were kids foaming at the mouth ready to jump on Collin & tackle him to the ground, thus decapitating him or breaking a bone.
Okay...maaaaaaybe the kids weren't foaming at the mouth. Maybe they were just older & more rambunctious, & maybe Collin was being his normal dare devil self climbing on things & promptly kamikazing himself off of them...but talk about being on edge.
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| { I know it's crazy blurry, but I love this picture anyway. } |
If you don't vote, the rabid, mouth foamed kids will eat you.
