Porcupine

I went to Target to return something. Getting ready to leave - I packed both kids in the car and drove off without my stroller. I just left it sitting in the parking lot with my Target purchases. At my next destination I opened the back end of my car to realize that there was no stroller. Zoomed back to Target - thankfully someone had returned the stroller to the help desk. Round two. I packed the kids AND the stroller in the car. Driving down Northwest highway a moment later something flies off the roof of my car. I glance into my purse. It was my wallet. I had left my wallet sitting on the top of the car. So I stop the car and throw on the emergency lights, play chicken with on coming traffic to gather up my ID, credit cards, everything. Back at home I unpack the kids and the Target purchases. What's this in the bottom of my stroller? Oh... a rug mat from the clearance isle that I forgot to pay for. Let's add shop lifting to the list. I laugh at my self and tell Walker that Mama has had a long day. He says, "Its okay to be a porcupine". I say, "What?". Walker says "You're just porcupined, that's all." I say "What... a porcupine?" Walker speaks slowly as if I can't understand plain English, "Yes. You're a little porcupine."

Then I realize. He means "preoccupied".

Here's a shot of the boys this morning: