Butterfingers

I can't even.

Today. Publix.

I always have Jake in a buggy because it's easier. for me. Today I thought I would give him a special treat and let him walk alongside me and Babyphine.
((Babyphine: What Jake calls sweet Baby Josephine))

I saw people staring at the checkout. I was honestly clueless.

I didn't think anything about the staring. I'm used to it.
Only, it's usually when I have all three. 

No, no, no. They weren't staring because I have a lot of children. This time.
They were staring because they had been watching something go down behind my back as I unloaded the milk and eggs on the belt.

I snapped around once and my jaw dropped. He was equally shocked to be caught so. red. handed.

Have you ever had to buy six candy bars at the checkout because your son took a bite right out of the wrapper?

If I had to pick one time to have a picture of his shenanigans, this would. be. it.
He stood, very still, with a fully wrapped almond joy in his mouth. Biting down. Hard.

I pulled it out of his mouth and scanned the wall of candy bars and noticed a few other butterfingers and cookies with bite marks. Some had ripped the paper, some just teeth marks. There was no hesitation.

I picked all of the ones that were undeniably chewed up and threw them on the belt.
I'm not gonna lie. When I tossed the butterfingers on there, crumbs spilled out.

I paid for them.
And hurried my self right on out of there.

If I can't have a picture of these candy bar shenanigans, I'll settle for a little "mom, i snuck in your make up drawer and put on your mascara" shenanigans.
Enjoy.

His curls. They're back. 

Thank the Lord Almighty, Hallelujah, Forever and Ever, Amen. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff