Crocs

So I finally bought into the whole "Croc" phenomenon after I swore up an down that I certainly would not.

So sue me! They are convenient! Fugly fug, but convenient.

The kids and I were at the mall today (buying fugly crocs) and Marina has a meltdown that even a bag full of lollipops (read: BRIBE) won't soothe. Vincent says, "Are you going to buy anything else?" I say, "Unfortunately not. Your father obviously has inserted a chip into Marina that senses when I spend money." He looks at me quizzically and says, "Does that mean we are free to GO?"