Full Moon on Monday

So.

All weekend long, I looked for one of my double-pointed knitting needles. I only had 3 of the size 7's. I have extras of 6's and 8's, but only one set of 7's. And one was missing.

So today I had some errands to run with the girls. Figured I'd run into HobbyLobby and pick up another set of the needles so I could finish my project.

A was being obnoxious, but I knew she was just overtired. She was whining, which I hate, but we hurried and were at the checkout in less than 2 minutes. But this is HobLob, and they are NEVER fast at the checkouts, so there we stood.

A asked for a treat, "if I'm good!". I said no, reminding her she WASN'T being good and that she was whining. I then admired a small spider the lady in front of me had and turned my attention away.

And that's when it went bad.

A yells "LOOK AT MY BUM!!!" and I glance down to see exactly that.

Her bare-naked booty.

Exposed.

In HobbyLobby. With plenty of other customers standing by.

I yanked her pants back up, berating her for mooning the people in HobbyLobby. She rolled her eyes at me. ROLLED. HER. EYES. Like she's a teenager or something - and she's FOUR. FOUR YEARS OLD, and I not only get mooning, but attitude??

I managed to dig $10 out of my wallet and handed it to H, growling "PAY FOR THOSE, I AM TAKING YOUR SISTER OUTSIDE." H, of course, thought this was great. Her sister is in trouble AND Mommy is leaving her alone in the store to pay for something. (just for the record, we went just outside the door and she could see me the entire time as the checkouts are right there).

And I wonder why I drink.

Oh, and what did I find almost right after I walked in the door? Yep. The missing needle. In the stupid bag where it was supposed to be.