Today I took the Sea Monkeys to the mall. We met some friends there. We had a fairly uneventful lunch. That is always a good sign. We strike a deal with my friends teenage daughter and her friend. It works like this. The teens shop while we feed the young ones. When the young ones finish eating we take them to the play area in the mall. My friend then calls her teen and friend on her mobile phone. We give the teens money to go buy a drink for themselves from the food court. When they get back, they watch the kids in the play area while my friend and I shop. Pretty good arrangement huh? The best part is, my kids burned off a ton of energy today. I bribe my kids with treats if they behave for the teens, while I shop. Worked like a charm. So when it's time to go, I take them to Mrs. Fields where they can pick out a cookie each. This is almost too much for them. They are bouncing off the walls in anticipation. Changing their choice every two seconds. I am just praying we make it back to the food court with their treat before a melt down happens. The really cute woman helping us at Mrs. Fields tells me that when she had to take her kids to the mall when they were little, she use to call it, "getting malled." I think I may have to use that, because by the time we make it to the car with exhausted kids, now full of sugar, that is pretty much what it feel like. Over all, I'd do it again.
You’re gonna be so sorry you asked
3 days ago