I KNOW Better

One of the things you learn as the mother of two autistic boys is to avoid the store like the plague. Unfortunately, the other day I had no choice but to go shopping with them. Keep in mind this was during a PMSing episode.

First we went to Whole Foods where the "keep your hands on the cart" speil just wasn't getting any airplay in their brains. Hands were everywhere, whining was unlimitless and when we checked out I had more items in my cart than I placed there and racked up my own national debt. After loading groceries in the trunk we went to do the dreaded "Mommy trying on fat-assed clothes" which made me cringe even thinking about it. It was in this store that Kullen was touching everything. Everything. I cajoled, I threatened, I whispered pleasant phrases such as "if you don't keep your hands off everything you will be keeping them in your pockets for the rest of your life." It was two seconds after uttering those words when I saw Kullen out of the corner of my eye about 2 feet from me. He had pulled up the blouse on the manaquin and was playing with its boobs.