It's the first day of summer here and we had to venture out to Whole Foods.
I swear demons camp among the aisles of the organic, healthy, allergen free foods and attack my children the second our feet cross the threshold, thereby turning them each into some variant reincarnation of the devil himself.
Today, Emma Grace became the Pouty Devil, complete with real tears and shoe stomping along the floor so that everyone could hear her coming from a mile away. And lest anyone mistakenly misinterpret her misery at grocery shopping versus swimming, she also crossed her arms and sighed multiple times, each sigh gaining in both longevity and volume. It was a performance worthy of an Oscar.
Isaac became the Monkey Devil who climbed anything that was climbable until he was practically hanging from the rafters on the ceiling and eating bananas.
And Owen was the Pissy Devil. Because he pissed everywhere. Twice. And then he screamed because each incident involved changing into shorts he detested.
And now we're home.
And they've been sent to their rooms to wait patiently for the priest to come perform the exorcisms.
And I've decided that a grocery store that is stocked full of natural foods that are supposedly great for the physical body is actually quite damaging to the soul.