With Tarren being 12, Eric and I feel she's old enough to keep an eye out for her brother and babysit her little sister for short periods of time. We tend to venture off to the grocery store sans the kids to avoid any meltdowns of wanting toys or really sugary cereals. Last Saturday was no exception. I think we might have only been gone 20 minutes.
When we pulled up to the drive, I saw Caitrin with her nose plastered to the back door window and tears streaming down her face. I rushed into the house to make sure everything was all right.
Mom: Bug, are you all right? What's wrong?
Caitrin: *sob* They *sob* said *sob* I was *sob* bought *sob* at a *sob* flea market! *sob*
Mom: If that were true, you were the best find I've ever found.
After picking her up and loving on her, I went in search of the culprits. They were hunkered down under a bed snickering. So when I went back into the kitchen to put the groceries away, I handed Caitrin a yummy chocolate chip cookie. When the other two saw what Caitrin got, they both came running to say they wanted one, too. I simply told them no. That the cookies were only for Flea Market Children, not Mean Biological Children. I can only hope that they learned not to pick on their little sister. But having four sisters myself, I kind of have a feeling it's only the beginning. Poor Caitrin, she's doomed....
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