Big, Bigger, Biggest

I just took all three mice to the grocery store, something I only do if we're in dire straights and NEED food. (Usually my pantry is pretty well stocked, so I can make do for a few days. We were about two days past making do.)

I put MM in her carrier in the basket, and LM usually sits in the child seat and BigM walks (when I am brave and or stupid enough to take all of them at the same time.) However, I absolutely love that our (one) local grocery store recently got the double carts, with TWO child seats in the front. Usually this is a disaster waiting to happen if both the bigger ones sit together, but they were both being remarkably kind to each other so I decided to let BigM get in the cart when she asked. Yes, I know she's 48" tall. I tried to explain it to her. She didn't care.

So as we make our way straight to the produce department, I make my expectations absolutely, undeniably clear: (and remember, I have a thick southern accent.)

"Girls, I'm only gonna say this once. If either one of you starts bein' ugly, you're gonna have to get out of the cart and walk. Do you understand me?"

BigM nods solemnly, and LM shouts at the top of her lungs, "Maaaahhh-mmmaaaa... BigM has to get out and walk- she IS big 'n' ugly."

Perhaps I should work on my dialect.