I am twelve.

This past Saturday, while Hairyman was working, the 14 YO and I were left to our own devices. Big mistake. Here's what our shopping cart looked like:

1 bag of Munchos
1 pint of ice cream
1 apple pie
2 pound cake loaves (hey, it was on sale!)
Laughing Cow cheese
Ritz crackers
12-pack of Blue Moon
rice pudding
Cool Whip
fusili pasta (the actual dinner)
Strawberry Newtons
Pilsbury cookie dough

There may have been something else, but if there was, it was probably crap.

My attempt to save myself from Worst Mom award: "It's OK, I got the low-fat Cool Whip!"

I am a 12 YO girl, just like my son says.