AAAAUUUUGGHHHH!!!!

There are days where I swear, my kids could not get along if you put a gun to their heads and said, "You have to get along with each other for 25 seconds or you both die."

The Impertinent Daughter would turn to the Impossible Son and say, "This is YOUR fault.  If you didn't argue with me all the time, Mom wouldn't be threatening to kill us."

Impossible Son's mouth would drop open and then he'd shout, "Uh UH!!  It's YOUR fault, because you're so mean to me!  You bite me, you hit me, you HATE me!"

"I don't HATE you!  I HATE the way you act!"

"You hate ME!"

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!! I LOVE YOU, YOU LITTLE JERK!"

"YOU HATE ME AND YOU DON'T LIKE ME AND I DON'T LIKE YOU, EITHER!"

And yes, this is one of those days.  And you know what's worse?  I'm going to be trapped in a minivan with them, and the Husbandly One, for at least 45 minutes, not to mention however long it takes us to finish shopping... oh gods... I'm going to be in a STORE with them.  ALL of them.  

.... help!  *whimper*