At some point, and I'm not quite sure when it happened, I became one of those moms I was always horrified by when out in public. You know, the mom who is actually yelling and disciplining and physically restraining her child in public, in a store, with dozens of eyes watching. It isn't often. And I don't resort to yelling like the mom I overheard in Kohl's today. She actually made me feel like a great mom. And I was glad Princess Sparkley overheard it all because I hope it gave her a small glimpse into how bad it could be and how good her life really is. Mostly I resort to arm pulling and fierce whispering. But still... it's never who I wanted to be. My kids force it out of me. Jed used to come back from the store with them and tell me of their adventures with none of them strapped in a stroller or shopping cart and how they'd all stayed with him and behaved so nicely. Those are not the same kids that go shopping with me. He experienced this Friday when he accompanied us on a trip to Sam's Club. They demand everything. Get in everyone's way. Require that the sample ladies give them each their own sample. And every time Jed slowed down to tell me something, it became I five person conversation about something completely non-kid involved... like if we needed more butter. Or if I'd noticed something our kids might be interested in for Christmas. And they talk. Non-stop. Even when we explain to them that they need to stop talking for just a minute Buddy yells out, "Ikea flags" as we drive past Ikea. They have no internal dialogue. Everything they think, they say. And so that is why I've become one of those parents who grabs their kid by the upper arm, pulls them aside and is strongly whispering threats to them as I drag them from stores.