On the 10th day of the 10th month,
the father of the tribe of Eric, son of Dan
set off on a journey to the golf course
with brothers, uncles and cousins of all tribes.
Now the mother of the tribe of Eric, son of Dan,
knowing that her husband was leaving,
thought to herself,
“The daughters of the tribe have been requesting
a trip to the near by city, we should go.”
Where upon when school was dismissed,
she loaded the tribe and set sail.
One would have thought that by now
this mother would know better, but alas,
she forgets quickly.
Arriving at the entrance of the city gates,
a dispute arises among the occupants of the carriage
on where to purchase food for the evening meal.
One was in search of the Chinese,
another requesting a visit with the Mexicans
and yet another wanted to spend time with
Old McDonald on his farm.
Putting her foot down swiftly
the mother of the tribe of Eric, son of Dan replied,
“I will decide!”
And so it would be.
Upon arriving at their destination,
seat belts clicked,
squabbles broke out
and more disputes arose.
After quieting the tribe,
the mother herded them toward the entrance.
Once inside, Little One yelled loudly
and chewed the handle of the cart.
The eldest of the tribe firmly griped the hand
of the son of Eric
and a roar came forth from him
as one can only imagine,
for he did not want his hand held.
Not to be left out,
the 2nd daughter of the tribe ambled about,
the world in general dismissed from her mind,
eying candy, touching goods, reading labels,
wandering aimlessly in front of anyone whose path we might cross.
Where upon, the mother of the tribe of Eric, son of Dan
squeezed her eyes shut and wondered
what in this world she had gotten herself into,
for you see,
it had been many months since she had embarked
on such a journey.
To the best of her ability she pressed onward
going potty, putting things back on shelves,
looking at toys, squelching requests,
rounding up stragglers,
and mentally praying that her husband
was enjoying himself.
When the walk through the store concluded,
they left the building and upon entering the carriage
a cry arose from the tribe
as to where we should purchase food for the evening meal.
Squeezing her eyes tightly,
the mother once again let her voice be heard.
And all was quiet!
A mental decision was made to visit the food court
at the local mall where everyone could
partake of the food of their choice.
Only if you are a mother
can you image the going on that followed
creating the event of the evening meal.
The mother of the tribe was grateful
that few people had chosen to grace us with their presence.
Exiting the building the eldest daughter quietly spoke,
“Now I know why we don’t do this very often!”
And the Mother just smiled and herded her tribe
back to the carriage for the return trip
and hoped that her husband was enjoying himself.