Never thought I'd be pushing two sick baby B's in a Lil' Limo stroller through a cold rainy mall parking lot into a mall in February with a hot Mama by my side.
What a difference a destiny makes...
And a food court with kids play area and Justin Bieber and Katy Perry video pop poppin' on the surround-sound HD-TV screens...
Hey, it was time to get out of the house, because after days of hot snot and cold rain the B-hive was buzzing in the red -- as red as Bea's raw cheeks.
For those of you who don't frequent your local mall (or have kids), think of it as the modern day village square surrounded by merchants and food booths hawking their wares. Daddy and Mama needed a new pair of Mary Janes anyway, baby.
Oh, how I remember the mall days when I was a child -- being forced from store to store by Mom's firm grip and little sister in tow, monotone AM gold poppin' from nondescript mall speakers.
But there was one thing that made the mall experience rock then as a child, and now as a parent with children.
A freshly blended Orange Julius.
Ah, not a care in the world...until there's more hot snot to clean up.