I became one with Wal-mart today. Most people who know me know I despise Wal-mart. The problem with living on an island, though, is that it's sometimes the only choice. I needed things and I had three little kids with me. I could have gone to lots of different stores looking for the wide variety of things I needed, but, like I said, I had three little kids with me. Here is what I needed to get: Hershey bars for s'mores, a full-legnth mirror for my closet, vegetable seeds, kid shampoo, socks for Henry, contact cleaning solution, and a bathroom scale. Happily, it wasn't crowded and I located said items in record time. I should have been home free. As I was loading the conveyor belt with my stuff, I heard a blood curdling scream from directly behind me. Henry had grabbed a little hand-held fan from the shelf by the check-out counter and decided to cool Olivia off with it. Instead, he sucked up half her hair and the thing was still whirring around, but it was attached to her scalp. By this time about five people were in line behind me, and both Olivia and Henry were crying. Grace simply sat in the cart with a smug look on her face. It seemed to say, "Ha. Now my mullet is going to look better than your weed-wacker head." I took out my trusty swiss army scissors and snipped off as little hair as I could, but it was still a lot of hair. Paid, and got the hell out. Henry took one look at the back of Olivia's head as they were climbing into the van and started crying again. It looks like, um, like someone stuck a hand-held fan in her hair and turned it on.