So, I ran to Walmart tonight for a few things I really needed (read: I couldn't run my overflowing dishwasher because we were out of detergent...and I don't wash dishes!) :) It was supposed to be a quick, relatively easy trip. We were also shopping for toys for Operation Christmas Child , so the kids were excited to pick out toys for the two children for whom we are filling shoe boxes. Fairly painless, right? Just as we walk in and head to the cart rack at the entrance to the store, two punk kids with scary masks over their heads start acting up. Abby has a ridiculous phobia of slight fear of masks, which typically results in a lengthy meltdown, "That's so scary!" repeated a few hundred times, and heavy stimulation to sooth her. Today did not disappoint. I just kind of rolled my eyes at the punks and hurried to our cart, figuring I could calm her down once we were out of their sight... ...until they started chasing Caleb. He was screaming, sh...