I have seriously contemplated whether or not to post this entry, for fear that a letter might arrive in the mail someday nominating me for a "'worst mother of the year" award. However, I just can't resist, so I suppose I will take my chances. On a day when the kids were out of school--probably one of the last days of winter break, we had to run an errand or two and ended up at Target (which happens to have a nifty mall entrance). As soon as we enter the store, Joseph sees the mall play structure and of course wants to play. Being the great brothers that they are, Porter and James plead to take him to the structure while I grab the four or five items we came for. The mall is pretty quiet on weekdays and the play area looks relatively empty. Seeing as there are two of them to keep an eye on one child, I decide to let them go ahead. Brooks and Mae want to go as well, but I insist that this would be pushing it a little. So, fast forward ten minutes. I quickly buy my items...