Sign of things to come?

Picked up the girls from their mothers and they wanted to go to Fazoli's for dinner. I knew that I wanted to take Darby shopping so instead of going to the Fazoli's closer to our house, we went to one on the northwest side of town since we were already up that way. What are the odds that one of the kids from Shelby's art class (the class size is like seven) would be at that same Fazoli's?

Aftertward we went to Quail Springs Mall to browse. We were there to let Darby spend some of her birthday money on whatever she wanted. We walked the whole mall and went in nearly every store with kids stuff before she was allowed to buy anything. It's a good thing I did it that way, too, because she would have gotten something in the first store we went into (Limited Too), when it turned out that what she really wanted was in the LAST store we went into (Electronics Boutique). She ended up getting three games for the Gameboy Advance she got for her birthday. It was buy two get one free on the previously owned games, so that's what we did.

While perusing the mall, the girls learned for the first time that daddy isn't such a big guy afterall. They discovered that, at 145 lbs (at work I'm known as the one with no [m]ass), I could be pulled into a store by force if they worked together and with all their might. We were walking by an "imitation build-a-bear" for lack of remembering the name of the place, but it wasn't an authentic Build-A-Bear store. They wanted to go in, but I knew all of that was out of Darby's price range anyway so I said, "No, we don't need to go in there." But they weren't having any of that. They were really excited about checking out the bears and we were all holding hands already, so when they started pulling together and they saw that we inched into the store against my will, they pulled harder until before I knew it we were halfway in the store. When I repeated, "no, we don't need to go in there," they simply replied, "but we're already in here," and they let go of my hands and took off checking out all the cool bear-making stuff.

Man, if they can (push me) pull me around like this when they're 6 and 8, what am I going to do in say seven years when they're 13 and 15?