I admit it. I'm a horrible father.
Going to Costco with three kids is incredibly difficult. Paige likes to wander off. Curtis likes to get in and out of the cart about a thousand times. Tate only likes to get out of the cart and is happy to jump right out if I'm not paying attention.
The only way to have anything close to a good experience at Costco is to promise the kids a treat at the end--a berry smoothie.
Unlike Traci, I make the kids share a smoothie. I do this for two reasons: 1) I'm cheap and 2) I don't think they each need their own giant cup of sugar.
This inevitably leads to more fighting and bad behavior than if I would have given them any treat at all. I know this.
Last week, Costco karma caught up with me.
While Traci was at work, I took the kids to Costco by myself. We only purchased two items: a $36 pack of diapers and one berry smoothie. (As usual, lots of fighting ensued.)
About two days later, it was time to bust out the new diapers. I couldn't find them in Tate's room, so I checked the van. Nope, not there. They also weren't in the closet or the kitchen or the garage. Where were they? I'm pretty sure they were in the in the bottom of the cart...in the parking lot...at the blasted Costco.
You win, Costco, you win. Next time, I'll spring for a second $1.45 smoothie. (Tate still has to share.)
2 comments:
We buy one smoothie and ask for two cups for our boys. I'm sure your Costco will oblige if you ask your smoothie to be split in three. Worth a try for sanity sake.
This is why a person needs to have smart friends. Thanks for the advice, Michelle.
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