Two are better than One

Yesterday I was in Shopper's Drug Mart, Annika and Megan in tow as usual, picking up milk. Just milk ... a quick stop. All I needed was milk and it was our last stop before heading home for lunch. But I pushed the limit -- apparently -- and these already giggly girls went over the edge. When I saw the bright red poncho floating down from the Shopper's ceiling, my mother sense told me it was time to exit immediately; however my common sense told me "just get the milk".
BLINK.
Megan's in the cart wailing at the top of her lungs and Annika is silent. Zipped. Silencio.
In response to this wonderful scene, a clerk tried to comfort me. "I totally understand what you're going through," (my body language was screaming too!) "I have a 3-year old too. And sheesh, I can't imagine having two."

And then I stopped short. I had to set the record straight in the midst of this mess. There is no question in my mind that two are better than one, although my life in that moment wasn't exactly a shining example. These beautiful girls are in fact wonderful friends and almost always well behaved in Shoppers Drug Mart and beyond. These few shots will testify to that as their daily lives are spent in togetherness.