We stopped at Buc-ee’s just to “use the bathroom real quick.”

The baby has a whole new wardrobe and is now chewing on a Buc-ee’s spatula like a teether

The 5-year-old has a beaver plushie the size of a Golden Retriever.

And I’m $300 poorer wondering how the heck we just left a GAS STATION with more stuff than I got at Target last week.

Buc-ee’s isn’t a gas station.

It’s a full-blown amusement park disguised as a bathroom break.

And we fall for it EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Send help.

And wet wipes.

And maybe another brisket taco.