Duane has to work. I need milk. Duane is certain I'll go crazy or lose a kid at the store, possibly both. Against his advice, and because he's at work and can't stop me, I load all the kids in the van and head for town. The promise of a trip to the park if they're good helps us make it through both Hy-Vee and Walmart with my sanity intact, and we arrive at the park for lunch and play.
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