Living In Oblivion

On Saturday I took the 3 girls with me to the grocery store to get some last minute items for our weekend campout. As usual, I was bombarded with a nonstop flow of "Can I have this? Can We get this? Why does she get that? Can I get that? Why don't you get that?" Most of my shopping was done at the back of the store and in the produce section. So with the combination of my distracting daughters and the location I was in the store, I had no clue that the Bank of America inside the store was being robbed while I was shopping. I came out of the store to see 8 cop cars and knew something was going down. I went home and forgot about it until the next day when I had a 4 hour drive to the camp/river in which I actually had more than 3 minutes to talk to Dan and tell him about it. When we got back today, Dan said it was all over the newspaper that someone had gone into the store/bank to rob it and was caught and tackled by a 125 lb retired policewoman. (You go girl!) The guy was responsible for at least 9 bank robberies in the western states. I am mad at myself for not knowing what was going on and the danger we were in. I think I will instigate yet another rule (along with the "No playing in the front yard") I will now not take more than one kid with me to the store at a time.