To the lady who glared at me at McDonald's this morning:

I'm sorry, but get over it.  You are way over dressed for McDonald's anyway.  You, in your beautiful powder blue trench-style coat, heavily made up face, and beehive hairdo.

Both my boys were very distressed at how long they were taking with our Chicken Tenders.  Zack was screaming and AJ was reaching out to inch or grab at anything or anybody within reach.  Which unfortunately included a lot of people because it was fairly crowded.  I'm sorry you got close enough to the double stroller for AJ to reach up and brush his foot against your coat but you didn't have to glare at me like that, brushing at your coat viciously, as if he'd actually gotten it dirty.  He didn't even have his shoes on!  He barely came in contact with you.

Maybe if I hadn't been holding our receipt and AJ's shoes in one hand and trying to keep all 8 of the boys' limbs within the stroller with the other hand, while comforting Zack and watching desperately for our order, I might have been able to stop him.

You were at the Mall of America McDonald's on a Saturday, for crying out loud, did you really think you wouldn't come in contact with some children?  When you go to the zoo, do you complain that there're too many animals around?

I take it back.  I'm not sorry.  I kind of wish he'd been closer and could have kicked you good.

And to everyone who kept on walking, right toward us, forcing me to swerve the double stroller full of over 100 pounds of grabby-feet-dragging-overstimulated boys around you....thanks for not moving.  Next time I'll just run ya'll over.