Questions are always presented at the most inconvenient times.
My kids and I were invited to go to a local theme park with some friends today. I accepted the thoughtful invitation, due to a bout of temporary insanity, on the conditions we sneak in our own food.
We approached the security check point, also know as the food police, located outside of the front gate. I surrendered our belongings over to the bag inspector before we were waved through the metal detectors one by one. He gave me back my keys and cell phone, then proceeded to violate my forth amendment rights and examine each zippered section of my backpack and purse.
"Have a nice day in the park Ma'am," the security guard said as he handed my bag back to me.
I let out a sigh of relief.
But, I didn't get two steps away before Rio decided to open his mouth...
"Mom! Did he find our sandwiches you hid in the backpack?" Rio inquired at full volume.
I quickly covered his mouth and pushed him towards the front gate.