Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Today, as I was loading up the girls after running errands--you know, the kind you do in public, where people can see you--I realized I'd been walking around like this:

Yep. 

That'd be one of Chica's suckers.

A blue one.

Stuck to my coat.

A white one.

The things I soon reaffirmed after this episode:

1. I'm a mother to young children.

2. White coats are never really a good idea.

3. Even when you get them on super sale.

4. Even if you think they'll help you feel lovely and put together and less like a human burp-cloth.

5. Or a bib.

6. Or a trash can.

7. Because if you end up with a blue sucker stuck to them, you look so the opposite of put-together. 

8. I love my drive-thru dry cleaners.

The end.