We head over to watch the melon chunkin'. Wood machines, built by kids, catapulting huge balls of fruit. The mom next to us is also feeding her children french fries for dinner. Her french fries have magical powers. Maybe they don't have ants. The triple threat want them. They are drooling. They surround this woman. Circling her like sharks. Until she surrenders. Her french fries. She melts at Dempsey's pouty face and hands him one. Then Grady grabs one and runs. Lil casually walks by. Dips down, snags one, and keeps moving. All in one fluid motion. Like maybe that mom didn't even notice. This triple threat shark attack continues. Again. And again. And then fifty more times after that. The poor, starving woman just starts handing them out. Her faint with hunger daughter brings a few more over. Grady gets mad when there's only little french fries left. He and Dempsey just start throwing them on the ground. To attract ants. So they can eat those instead. This. Is. Embarrassing.
We show up at Toys "R" Us. All five of us. To
Grady can't talk because his mouth is full of Jolly Rancher Fruit Chew wads. That I didn't buy for him. Because I didn't even know he was still in the store. He was hiding in the candy shelves. He stole the candy. Evidenced by the half empty box he drops on the floor when busted. There are balled up candy wrappers everywhere. This. Is. Embarrassing. We had just taken him out to lunch. To Potbelly's. For peanut butter and jelly. We actually fed all three of them. I swear.
|Eating. Told you so.|
|Well...he doesn't eat much. Just candy and paci's.|
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