There are several blogs I read on a daily basis. Most of them are about news, politics, technology or journalism. But there's one personal diary-type blog that I read religiously. It's about my partner's cousin (Heather), her husband (Braydon), and the two twin boys they adopted from Haiti (Kyle and Owen).

I haven't linked to it because the Johnson-McCormick family lives in Pennsylvania, and the content isn't necessarily relevant to what I do here. But it would be a shame not to share today's priceless post  about Heather's trip with the boys to the grocery store. It's both unsettling and hilarious.

It begins:

It seems that ever since I started going to the grocery store with K& O (which was, basically, very soon after they came home fromHaiti), there is always a story to tell about each and every trip wemake. For some reason it is in the grocery store that we have our most interesting(read between the lines) experiences. Today was no exception. Today, inaddition to all the normal mundane stuff that occurs when you bring twothree year old boys to the grocery store with you, not just one but twointeresting things happened!

Setting the scene — Hugegrocery store. The boys were in the kind of cart where in between theactual food bin part of the cart and the part that you push, there is asmall bench that fits two kids. K & O are sitting squeezed togetherand with me pushing the cart their heads were just below my head. Thesestories are true stories...