After picking Rakes up from pre-school today, he and I went to the local grocery store to pick up some lunch meat.
As the automatic doors opened up, Rakes threw out his arms and yelled "Thank You!" at the top of his lungs.
He then proceeded to poke through a pack of sausage, rearrange the cottage cheese section, and spend 10 minutes picking out which pack of gum he wanted.
NOW I understand why Ang is reluctant (to say the least) to go shopping with 1 of them, not to mention all three.
I am proud to say that I didn't have to re-enact the scene in Mr. Mom where Michael Keaton yells out "Earl, we were never ON isle 5!"