The Ways They Entertain Themselves!

I was on my laptop, literally the whole day on Thursday. I had seven browsers going at once, each open to a different store; ToysRUs, Target, Walmart, Amazon, Buy.com, Best Buy and Ebay. All in that order. I had my three wishlists from each of the Schmitty children. I began with ToysRUs and typed the first item on W.'s list into the store's search field. Out of stock. I went on to Target. Sold out. So I tried Walmart. BINGO! I placed the item in the shopping cart. Back to ToysRUs and the next item and so on and so forth until I went through all three sheets of paper. It took forever, but I did find much of what I needed. I used the mentality that if I had gone out shopping in the real world, I would have been wasting precious gasoline driving to all of these stores anyway, so what's a little shipping expense?

As I was getting ready to purchase my loot, T. and R. came running down the stairs, through the dining room, through the kitchen, and back up the stairs. I looked up, shrugged, and went back to work.

A few minutes later they ran past me again, this time with their shirts off. They again run back up the stairs.

A few minutes later, I hear giggles, they zoom past me, now only in their underwear. Again they disappear to the second floor. I'm beginning to get dizzy watching them.

Suddenly I hear belly laughs, feet pounding down the stairs, and they run past me for a fourth time. R. is now in the lead and she is wearing her brother's tightie-whities. "Oh NO!" I think, I know what's coming. Yup, in runs T. in his sister's Minnie Mouse undies. They run back upstairs before I can even open my mouth. I just shake my head and laugh, Mr. Schmitty would be so proud!

I'm about to go back to my shopping spree when I hear laughing so hard I swear someone is going to choke. In they run, both are looking like they have eaten way too many donuts. She is still wearing his underwear and he is still wearing hers, except now they have about a zillion pairs on apiece.

"What in heaven's name?" I ask.

"Look mom!" yells T. as the two of them begin to pull down each and every pair until they are standing butt naked. As they peel down the layers they both count, "1, 2, 3, 4..........." They finish at twelve.

I guess I should be thankful they are practicing their counting skills!

After I finished laughing, I continued with the task at hand. I proceeded with my checkout. ToysRUs; DONE. Target; the effing computer froze up!! IT.FROZE.THE.HELL.UP!!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Hey guys, do you know where Daddy's underwear is?"