Motherhood messes with your priorities.

The call came in at 3pm.

"Britt, it's me, Tabitha. I am at Kroger buying starfruit, and you won't believe what they have?"

"Why are you talking so quiet, and what the crap are you making with starfruit?"

"FOCUS!"

"Sorry, um...I don't know. Wait, is it those ugly cowboy boot shaped plant pots again, I told you those were hideou-"

"No! They have *in a lower whisper* C-A-R-S (Note, this was actually spelled out, because as anyone who has a young son who is a watchit500timesaday Cars fanatic, the mere mention of the word would send him into an frenzy of almost epileptic proportions)."

"What!? They have C-A-R-S'! Oh my God...anything good."

*Whispers even softer*

"Yes! They have the twins and Mrs. The King."

*spitting water out of my mouth*

"What! You can't find those anywhere except online for like $20 each!"

"I know. Listen, I hid them behind the adult diapers. Come and buy them before anyone finds them."

"Oh my God, but I am just heading out the door to pick my mom up from the airport."

"Well you better hurry and get them, I think the produce guy saw me do it, and he looks like he could be trouble for us."

"DAMN IT! Ok, my mom can wait in the terminal a bit, I am on my way."

"Good, call me after you get them."

"Sure thing. Oh, and Tabitha?"

"Huh?

"Thanks for lookin' out, girl. Thanks for lookin' out."

"Well, you know what they say, 'Bros before Hos.'"

"Wait, what?"

"I have no idea. I saw it on Law & Order the other day. It sounded cool."

"Oh ok. I think we need to work on a new tagline."

"Agreed."