MyThreeDaughters

Went to the Supercenter on Saturday. Because even us wannabe yuppies face tough times, not to mention Silk soy milk and Horizon organic un-soy milk are like a buck cheaper than at Teeter.
I heard that, and you know, I hope I’m not giving anyone up here, but I heard that the moms from a certain local private school hit the Supercenter one morning a week after kid drop-off.
But the Supercenter parking lot is never for sensitive ears. I always come home and tell Wife a snippet of dialogue.
Two weeks ago, it came from a Dad dragging his four-year-old or so daughter across the lot: WHY DID YOU BRING THAT DOLL ANYWAY? I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING IT AND YOU BROUGHT IT ANYWAY, AND NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!
(Uh, sorry Daddy, I’m four. I wanted to bring my doll while we went on your phenomenally boring errand.)
This Saturday, though, the self-esteem building scolding I overheard was this. I kind of favor this one, largely for pithiness. Mom, while loading groceries, to her child already in the car:
I told you get in the car. I didn’t tell you to turn on the freakin’ radio, you dork.
(Oh, I thought you said, “…and TURN the freakin’ radio on, you dork.” Sorry, my bad, Mom.)
That’s right, I’m not proud. I scurried in the Supercenter, got the organic milk and Huggies wipes, and scurried out to my car.
I did turn the freakin’ radio on, loudly, but I am not a d…