At the suburban mall

Monday afternoon we headed out in the pouring rain to the petstore to pet the pets, and also, for me, with a glimmer of hope that Q2 would get a little car nap in. She did. She started to fall asleep about a mile from the petstore, and C4 so thoughtfully (and LOUDLY) noted "Q2 is conking out!"

Q2 did not like that, so she rightly protested, "I am not conking out!" and a block later ... conked out.

So while C4 toured the petstore with MeMe, I did a Soduku, and Q2 slept. She woke when we started driving home, so we diverted to the mall to take advantage of a small but fun play area.

The play equipment was sort of a soft vinal plasticy something. They were jumping and running on it for ages. But to get to it ... we had to walk the length of the mall, and pass the Easter display.

In sight of the Easter display, C4 stopped and demanded that she be carried on MeMe's shoulders and pulled her down to the ground. C4 jumped on her. Jumped on her. MeMe valiently tried, but since C4 is about 2/5 of her weight, she couldn't get up from the position she was in.

So ... C4 rolled on the floor kicking and screaming demanding to be carried on shoulders. MeMe offered arms, but not good enough. While we just waited for this to be over, the guy from the Sports Authority came over and said to me and mum, "You just go, I'll take care of her, you can do your thing, don't worry" and C4 jumped up (still crying) and grabbed MeMe's legs and allowed herself to be picked up in arms and walk past the Easter display to the play area.

During which time I (carrying Q2, still slightly groggy, head buried in shoulder saying "no bunny!") realized the Easter display contained a giant human being in a giant, ugly, furry, bunny suit.

Well, no wonder.

On the way back up the mall ... we all walked hand-in-hand, the girls with their eyes closed, the long way around the giant bunny-suited man.