When parenting goes tits (or trolley) up

The moaning starts again. I try to divert it by giving one the trolley to push, but the other one wants to push it too and turn-taking isn’t going to cut it. They start fighting over the trolley.

It gets perilously close to some other shoppers. I get perilously close to losing my shit.

So I do what any self-respecting parent does in these situations. Which is bend down and whisper-hiss at my kids so that other people can’t hear my threats.

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