By the end of our little visit I had Scout on my shoulders. It was the only way I could check out our books. I don't know how the octomom does it. Of course as we're leaving Bennet tells me she has to go potty. She has impeccable timing. As we're leaving the bathroom she starts to pitch a fit because she wants to have a drink at the drinking fountain. Well- with 6 books under one arm and a squirming 21 month old under the other it wasn't happening. I tell her that I can't pick her up. I'm sure the staff were more than happy to see the loud-mouth family leave. Bennet cried and whined all the way to the car only stopping to say, "Ice cream cone please Mama"
Are you kidding me? :)