Summer Vacation, Day Three

After listening to the little darlings scream and cry from 1 to 3 this afternoon, we took a ride to the local mall. Once there, we left a tsunami of lemonade and tears in the sandwich store-the desserts were on display at small child eye level.

And although a few people gave me the "why can't you control your kids" glare, at least I didn't to mop up that spill too. I really think the store manager was just happy to see us leave.

Now tell me again, who's vacation is this?