The Things We Do for a Hobnob!

There is a distinct downside, I realized yesterday, to having my children toilet trained.
You see, on hearing that Aldi has Hobnobs biscuits AND chocolate digestives (swoon), I made the executive decision to bypass my local Woolies store and make the 40 km trek to the nearest Aldi instead.
I wasnβt even halfway around the store, (and still yet to spot the aforementioned biscuits) when I spotted Bubble making moves that suspiciously resembled the wee dance. You know the wee dance right? It involves little people holding onto the front of their pants and jiggling aroundβ¦even more than usual.
βDo you need to go to the toilet?β I asked half hoping that a small (harmless) spider had crawled up her leg.
βYeah,β she whined jumping on the spot. βI need to go wee.β
βOkay,β I said βsurveying the half-filled trolley. βWeβll hurry up and get out of here.β
I was halfway down the next aisle, throwing random groceries into my trolley like a woman possessed, when Foghorn decided to upstage his sisterβs dancing efforts with a double whammy move that involved a front grasp and a rather desperate looking bum-hold. I donβt know whethe you are familiar with this particular choreography, but instead of being accompanied by wiggling, it involves a more conservative buttock clench which results in a feet-dragging shuffle.
At this point the grocery supermarket sweep came to an abrupt end and we high-tailed it straight to the checkout.
And of courseβ¦there was a queue.
And then when we did get to the checkout and the whining was reaching fever pitch, I realised that I still had to pack my own shit
AARRRGGGHHHHH!
But, as I stood at the conveyor belt throwing my groceries up out of my trolley and trying to calm the children I spotted out of the corner of my eye, the biscuits that would make wet car seats all worth while.*
So this week, dinner will be looking a lot like thisβ¦
But that is okayβ¦because I will be hiding with my head in the pantry, dunking my biscuits in my coffee! SLURP!
*Btw, we made it to the nearest toilet without any accidents. In fact, it seems that nobodyβs call of nature was that urgent after all as I had to drag them both away from the activity centre in the breastfeeding booth of the parents toilet. FFS!