Bad Influences

It started with a little post-Fencetivus Mexican food at Maria's.
Everyone was having a pretty good time, until...
"Uuuuuuerrrrugggghhhhhh...."

"Hey, ese...you okay? You don't look so good."

"Hey, relax. Don't worry about him. Look at his face,


...see? He's fine."

"No. Really, man. I don't know...he's been laughing like that for like half an hour. You gotta take his keys. Yo, he is all kinds messed up."

"Naw.... is cool, Homie. I can drive."

Because it is Wednesday.

Because it is Wednesday, the younger daughter bit the older daughter on the arm.

Because it is Wednesday, the older daughter cried dramatically and caused a huge scene that ended in, "Wait, why do I have to be in time out? You're only doing this to me because you are a mean mommy!"

Because it is Wednesday, the only reason the younger daughter bit the older daughter is because the older daughter TOLD her to do it, in hopes of getting the younger daughter in trouble.

Because it is Wednesday, this happened in the checkout aisle at Walmart.

Because it is Wednesday, the older daughter stopped throwing a fit to point and ask (loudly), "hey, what are those purple spots on that old lady's arms?"

But because it is Wednesday, the mother was not quick enough to respond with, "I guess that's what happens when you teach your little sister to bite you."