*also referred to as going to Wal-Mart

It's been a very frustrating day. I don't know what's gotten into Southern Boy, but he has been in a show-out phase for weeks now. Y'all, it's about to drive me insane! It really only happens when I'm taking to another adult outside of the family. (Of course, because THAT'S when it's embarassing!) I just don't know how to make him calm down when it happens. I know they (who is they?) say to ignore it, but how the hell do you do that when the small person beside you is making loud shrills as he runs around your legs and tries to lick your hand. Anyway...despite all this, I decided to haul myself and the kiddos to Wal-Mart for a few things we needed (peppered turkey - YUM!). WHAT WAS I THINKING?? It got to the point where I announced to Southern Boy that we were going to play a game where no one was allowed to speak. This gave me a little time to browse in peace, however during that time God chose to sprinkle my visit to Hell -er Wal-Mart - with a nice variety of my former students.
Great.
It's quite funny when teachers and students collide in a place other than school. Usually if I see a former student first, and I really didn't enjoy having them, I just turn down the nearest aisle...you know the "grocery store duck". Then there are the times when I notice a student look very uncomfortable because they know I'm there, and they try to look very interested in the industrial size jar of mayo. That's when I march up to them and say "HEY 'former student!' How are you!? Is your summer going well?" in a super loud voice. Because, you know, I'm mean like that.

But a better idea just occurred to me...I'm just going to send Southern Boy to their buggy. What a win-win!