We went around Safeway with the pair of them giggling hysterically in one of those car-trolleys. Everyone smiled indulgently, but I was sure it would end in tears. It didn't, quite, but it did end with child #2 running amok with a random price-reduction sign and then getting herself stuck underneath the trolley. To the cashier's dismay, and my ennui.
On the way home I asked Monkey if he could read the sticker the nice man had given him. (It said Thank You. Thank you for leaving, probably.) He replied that he was busy right now, so no, he couldn't. When I checked my Monkey mirror, he was picking his nose.
"Too busy picking your nose?"
Mabel announced: "I picking my nose."
I metaphorically threw my hands in the air and resigned.
Now they're in the bathroom where she's putting imaginary sunscreen on him as he does a poo. I don't want to know.