we are that family

As we walked through Office Max a few days ago, I realized something. It's official. We are that family. You know that family. The family that you can hear four aisles away at the supermarket. The family that apologizes to you because one of their children rammed a shopping cart into your leg. The family that has more food on the floor under the table than they have actually eaten at the restaurant. The family with the child who doesn't want to ride in the cart or stroller or sit in the booster seat, and who also doesn't want to stay nearby when given that little bit of freedom out in public. The family with the brother and sister who are constantly in each others spaces, touching each other, annoying each other, one laughing and one screaming. You can hear us a mile away and as you do when you pass by a car accident, you just have to look. Don't get me wrong, we have gotten a lot of compliments from strangers on how well-behaved our children are and "what a nice family" we have. But as of late, we definitely have become 'that' family.