It was a Wednesday, late afternoon. I was walking with my twin five-year-old boys through Target looking for some stuff, though I never need an excuse to go to Target. It was one of those rare occasions where I’m brave enough to go to go shopping alone with my kids. In addition to loving Target, I chose going there for a few essentials versus going to the big grocery store because I was worried my kids would be squirrelly squirrels after school. I also thought a smaller store would be easier to find them if they decided to run opposite directions on me like they do at church sometimes. I could also make a quick exit if there’s a level four meltdown.