Shopping with 3 Boys

Who did I think I was this morning? I decided that I should take the boys to the gym and then to the grocery store. The gym trip went off as planned until the sprint to the parking lot. Having just got off the rowing machine, my legs did not move nearly as fast as 6 sets of legs all under 2 feet.
Once everyone was securely tied to the backseat we proceeded to the grocery store. I had not even backed out of the parking space when the questions about where we were going to eat started. It was noon, so although we were undoing all our good works at the gym we drove through Whatburger, the closest place to said grocery. From the backseat I heard "I love Whataburger" then, " I hate Whataburger, can't you take me somewhere else." whines the prince. Since "shut up and eat" was not a valid option I chose to breath deeply and order. The Prince, Brendan, The Pauper, Trevor, and the Court Jester, Connor were all duly satisfied with their noon meal which was served as a car picnic.
We reviewed the rules of the land before entering the grocery store and I was sure there would be peace. I had Brendan pick fruit to add to the basket and he was quite pleased with being able to help. Trevor, who was driving the car basket, then wanted in on the action. Food and various other things were all flying into the basket at lighting speed. Things like Soy Ice cream. Who eats that? After all extraneous things had been removed from the basket a steady stream of "No" was uttered through the 15 or so aisles. The court jester all the while is trying to open the unpurchased groceries as fast as we can take them away from him. I can finally see the finish line. While in line the prince and the pauper take off. I can no longer use the breath deep technique and at the second attempt to wrangle my renegades I yell,"Get your butts back over here now, I'm not afraid to yell at you in the grocery store." Yes the glances from other shoppers made me self conscious but what choice so you have? You are either the mom that's going to lose it or you hear," I can't believe she let's them get away with that." I believe they should offer tall boys in the coolers at the checkout kind of like gas stations.