Do I have one of those kids? You know what I'm talking about. Those kids. The kid who you don't want your kid playing with because he may teach him something bad or do something bad to him or her. The kid who when the teacher gets them on their class list they say, "Oh Good Gosh. I'm quiting. Today." I used to be a teacher. They do that. I've heard.

Anyway, this is what I was pondering today at the grocery store. I was left wondering this after my son poked his finger into every egg in the carton, while I was busy, oh I don't know, shopping. Poked his finger into every egg. Poked his finger. Every Egg. Actually I take that back. He only poked his finger into eleven eggs. The last one he crushed in his hand. So I did what anyone in my situation would do. I put the eggs back and got another carton. But it left me wondering if I have one of those kids.

Tomorrow we have to go to Target. The last time we were there he ate an entire box of Goldfish crackers. Before I bought them.