Argh, Mateys!

So we took Ethan up to Dayton tonight to go trick or treating with his cousins. Ethan dressed up as a pirate, and his cousins were a dragon and a bat. Now, Ethan had everything except the eye patch. Sword, head bandana, hat, vest,-- everything. Down to the voice. He would go up to houses and say "Trick or Treat, ARGH!" and when he got candy, he would say, "Thank you, baby." I don't know if it was meant to be "Thank you, Matey." But he said baby, so I guess that's what he meant.

Time change tonight. Don't forget it.

So I was in Meijer this afternoon, shopping for the family (the nephews are spending the night tonight, so I have a 4 year old, a 3 year old, and a 1 year old in my house) and just enjoying the trip to the grocery store without a child or a husband. I got to organize the cart the way I like to. Frozen things on one end, meats separate from fresh items, boxed items together, canned items together, milk and heavy stuff on the bottom. Am I anal? Anyhow, as I was in line, there was a family ahead of me. Two cute kids and a mother who didn't look toooooo frazzled. Well, the little boy was about 2-3, and the little girl was maybe 5-6ish? Well the little boy (who was in the cart) kept smacking the little girl on the head. When she told her mother, her mother said, "Just move," and the little girl did. But not far enough (how far can you move when you're standing beside the cart in the checkout line) and the boyo kept smacking her head. Mom said, "You're bringing this on yourself." And the girl didn't say much. (Keep in mind, we stood in line for about 20 minutes... busy day at the grocery) But the boyo began to smack her again, and Mom said, "He doesn't know what he's doing..." Ok. Now, I talked with the mom and the kiddo up in the cart. He was of normal intelligence, didn't seem to have any cognitive disabilities. You can't tell me that he didn't know what he was doing. But what do I know? I try not to judge too much, because 20 minutes in the grocery line is not enough time to know family dynamics and stuff like that. But I kept thinking that Mom should have at least told the boyo not to hit his sister. That's what I would have done with the Hethan. I dunno.

Hormones make me a bit grumpy, so it could have been that I was in a critical and foul mood. Dunno.

Gotta get up to get Panera in the morning for my high school Sunday schoolers. Love those kids! :)

Sorry I'm all over the place. My sister in law calls it Placenta Brain. So that's my excuse for the next 9 months. And after that it will be exhaustion. Thanks for your continued support and viewing of this channel, despite the technical difficulties. :)