I need an adult- a trip to the store.

My daughter has a birthday party to go to tomorrow. And, in true me fashion, it’s 8:00 PM and I’m just now heading to Walmart to get a present.

“What do you even buy a 6-year-old boy?” I mutter to myself, wandering into the toy section like a lost sheep. I settle on a super cool remote control car. Gift acquired. I could’ve walked away victorious.

But then…Out of the corner of my eye:

Nerf guns.

A whole wall of them.

There’s a 3-pack on clearance for 10 bucks! I mean, come on — that’s practically a sign from the universe. Into the cart they go. Then I figure, what’s a few extra darts? Add another $10 in ammo.

And while I’m there — might as well grab the stuff to make homemade ice cream. And cookies. Because cookies.

Now I’m rolling out of there with toys, weapons, dessert ingredients — basically the starter pack for the most chaotic Saturday ever.

Driving home, I seriously consider busting into the house Nerf guns blazing…But the middle child is asleep. Foiled.

I tell my husband about my late-night haul. He doesn’t even blink. Just says:

“Where’s mine?”

I sure do love that man.

And now guess who’s going back to Walmart… because apparently we’re all getting Nerf guns.

Who needs adults?