In Which Mama Puts on Her Gloves I promised the twins I’d buy them a berry creme fruitista from Taco Bell if they helped clean the house yesterday. They did an awesome, awesome job yesterday, so after our appointment today I took them through the drive through to get one. At the window, they hand me one. Close the window. Come back and inform me the machine is broken. “Oh no, it’s not. I’ve got autistic twins here and if you don’t get me another one, I’m going to be dealing with a melt down and that’s not going to happen. You will squeeze another one out of that machine.” She shuts the window, comes back and asks me to park around to the side. I do. She comes out about 10 minutes later and says, “we can only get about 1/2 cup out of the machine.” “Then fill up the rest of the cup with strawberry,” I whisper. Whew. Crises averted. I’m sure the woman thought I was crazy.
