I made to the grocery store and back with three children, one of which was not my own. Since this was the main thing I needed to do today other than pick up The Boy after school and start the mountain of dirty clothes on its way to becoming the mountain of clean clothes, I'm glad to have it behind me. I wasn't sure how taking a different kid shopping would go, but it was pretty good. Easier, in fact, than now when our visitor is playing with The Boy's Thomas trains and complaining that my girls are messing up his tracks. Sigh.