The other night we were visiting Walmart. (I know. Great story already, right?) We often go to Walmart at 10 o’clock at night with an infant and two girls less than six years old, because we are idiots and our life is simply out of control. Walmart is where families go at 10 in the evening to self destruct without damaging anything valuable. So, we were on our way to find some eyewash, or markers, or something else of vital importance when our rambling parade passed the line of registers. As we passed, Lydia saw something in one of the only open check out lines. What ever she saw apparently made her very excited. I know she was excited because she suddenly exploded out…