Let it snow, let it go, let it snow

A tub of pork rinds

One of the hard parts of having young kids during the holiday season is battling the "gimmes," and the "I wants." Teaching charity, kindness, and selflessness is tough when there's a new treat or toy down every aisle.

I have reached the point that I know a shopping trip that takes more than 20 minutes will be a failure - as I can keep my kids in a cart for about that long before their legs and booties start to hurt, and they want to walk. Once they're uncaged - it's game over. What is a shopping cart, really, if not a baby cage on wheels?

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So, shopping trips are now a game of Supermarket Sweep. It's just that in this version of the game, the buzzer sounds like, "Mom, I can't feel my butt. Let me out!"

Hopefully, when people receive my hastily wrapped and sometimes cattywampus presents this year, they'll consider that I'm trying to pull it all together with these two overly-excited and self-involved sugared-up Christmas elves grabbing everything within reach. Imagine Oompa Loompas on cocaine; that's what my kids turn into in stores during Christmastime.