I offered to take the girls with me to the grocery store last weekend. But I needed coffee.
Needed.
So we went to Starbucks. And had a snack.
This one is kind of cool, because it's a former bank, so there are actual rooms in addition to an open area. We pretty much took over one of the rooms, so all of the other people in there didn't have to hear my kids screaming. Or the fit Julie had when she pushed her straw into her milk box. Or the bigger fit Becca had when she told me she was done (she was up from the table and running around), so I told Emma that she could have the rest of Becca's pumpkin bread. Emma had that in her mouth before Becca could scream "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" and start crying.
Note that the sunglasses accompanied us on this trip, too.
That's how we roll.
