Sometimes these took place inside of Walmart.
In the Halloween aisles.
Or the toy department.
Or the bath sponge aisle.
Yes, I was one of those.
And probably still would be too, if I had more time.
But alas, I'm a parent now. I don't have time for those types of shenanigans. Instead, I now have a whole photo album of stuff like this on my Mac-
What is this?
This, my friend, is the food that my three year old screams and whines and tantrums for, in the exact places that I find it in. An hour, a day, a week later.
Why? Why do I take pictures of this stuff?
I have no idea.
But since I do, I think I'll make one of those snappy little Shutterfly photo books for him and give it to him when he gets older.
"Congratulations on your graduation from college, Son. Here's a picture book of all the apples and toast that you wasted when you were three."
*Blank stare from son*
"Yeah, I don't know either. Insomnia made it seem like a good idea at the time."