Excuse me, Miss Clerk...

...don't let me interrupt your conversation about American Idol.  I don't mind because I have all day and I'm just standing in this line waiting for my mandatory trash bags (which, by the way, are $2.15 a piece in our city) with my two happy kids.  Make that one happy kid...

Guess what happens next?  The little one starts to grimace, followed by a whine and then (you guess it) starts to scream, "All done!"

Yup, just another crazed day in the life of this Mama who just leaves red-faced and with an elevated heart rate when leaving the neighborhood grocery store. Of course, I wouldn't trade it for anything, which goes without saying.

Oh and my money is on Crystal...