WunderWife is a saint. A SAINT I tell you! She had to go to the Post Office to mail some things via certified mail. Like most people, she enjoys the Post Office as much as she enjoys a root canal. On the plus side, she had our darling three kids with her when the following ensued:

Everything went smoothly until we went to the post office. For some reason WunderKid2 never does good in there. And because everything was going certified, it took more time. Anyway, between WunderKid2 climbing and taking things off the walls and WunderKid3 screaming because she was terrified of the old man next to me (I mean trying to climb out of her stroller to get away from him, terrified), I was about to go postal along with everyone else. But regardless, everything is in the mail.

Yep, that sounds about right for a trip to the Post Office. She told me that all three of the kids had been perfect angles all morning. They went to Wal-Mart and were good. Then they went to the bank, where they had to go inside, and they were good. But once they got to the Post Office…….Mayhem.

I hope they all take good naps today.