CVS = crack for a three year old

Last week my three year old daughter was on spring break from preschool, which as I mentioned before totally sucked for daddy. I do love the time I get to spend with my daughter every week but those days when she is at preschool are when I can really get things done around the house. To compound the fact that she was on break her and my little guy both got sick, and for the fourth time in as many months my daughter's little cold turned into an ear infection, this time a double. So when Monday came I was so ready to send her back to school, but since she still had a slight fever instead the three of us got to take another trip to the doctor's office. Luckily my daughter is a very good patient once the doctor actually gets into the room, but before she shows up it's a total free for all of jumping onto the scale, spinning on the stool, and grabbing tongue depressors and cotton balls out of the little jars... which becomes a lot harder to control when I also have baby brother to contend with. But at least with all these doctor's visits I am able to get a little stockpile of free formula samples. Anyway after the doctor determined that both ears were infected we're off to CVS to get her prescription filled, which is where the fun really began. That place is really like crack for my three year old, she is just completely surrounded by everything she is obsessed with in there, candy, lip stuff, and toys. All conveniently located right at her 39 and a half inch eye level. And of course on top of the fact that she keeps running away from me to grab the nearest pack of dum-dums or skittles flavored lip gloss, brother starts crying for his bottle/nap time. Wouldn't it be awesome if at that point the pharmacist showed some sympathy and rushed her medicine right out to us, instead we wait another twenty minutes even though there is only one other customer ahead of us. I really had to muster every ounce of daddy patience not to start either screaming at my daughter and making a huge scene in front of the whole store or just giving her her first ever spanking right there. Instead I dragged her away from the lip stuff and candy over to the toy section, where I even was willing to bribe her with a seven dollar beanie baby panda. And that worked for five minutes, until she spotted the nifty value pack of lip gloss with every color/flavor of the rainbow that she just had to have. She tossed that panda to the ground and went for it, and when I put my foot down and said no way she turned on me and screamed, "Daddy, you ruined my life!!" Where does she even come up with this stuff. Luckily at that point the pharmacist finally gave me the nod and I picked up the medicine, picked up the now two screaming kids, and high tailed it out of there!