How I became a NARC and my other adventures on Saturday

Well, now ALL the youngest girls have whatever it is that is going around. We had to reschedule everything so I decided to make the most of the great day and cook up some massive amounts of baby food. There is something I love about having 10 things going on at the same time. I was steaming rice and barley, steaming broccoli, making bread, browning ground meat, and cooking squash all at the same time. I loved it!
I took a break when all the girls were napping and then when everyone was awake John and I decided to go to a store. We got some of what he needed, and some things I did just for good measure. I usually only go shopping on the weekday mornings so I was totally overwhelmed with the amount of people in the store. Who knew- Saturday shopping= crowded. We got all on our list (and one or two things extras) and headed to check out. We happened to pick the check out right by the bathroom. So this of course lead to Gianna asking to go. So I had to take her. She headed right to the dirty potty. Why? I don't know. I practically had to drag her to another stall. So I was steering her around and we went into the stall behind us. I saw they had toilet seat covers- how great! I thought. Not every place has them and it is so much nicer than getting the toilet paper out. So I was getting the seat cover and Gianna is eye level with the back of the toilet. And there she spies a bag and grabs it and asks loudly as only kids can in a public restroom, "What's this?"
What is it about kids that they ask and touch at the SAME time? Giving you absolutly no time to: think of a good answer/ excuse, or divert and redirect.
I really wasn't happy about Gianna touching anything in the public restroom. I've seen those Dateline and Oprah shows. I pry it out of her hand and say, "I don't know." Because I didn't. So she goes and I am really confused about what exactly was my daughter holding in her hand? I take a closer look at the bag and see some strange black things that look like old tobacco.
Friends, it was pot. That's right- P-O-T. All of the sudden I get this weird shaky feeling go down my spine. Because I've seen the Dateline/Oprah shows I think I know what is going on. I feel like some bad lady is going to knock down the stall and we are going to be in the way of her Mary Jane. I hurry Gianna as fast as I can because I all I want to do is get the heck out of dodge.
We wash fast and get out of there. I walk up to John who by this time is in his 10th conversation about how cute the babies are and who else in their family/neighborhood/ long lost relations has twins. I scan the crowd for a manager and find some guy who looks like he's in control.
Are you a manager?
No, but how can I help you?
Um well, umm. I'm no expert, but my daughter found this bag of something that looked like pot um marijuana um something that looked like it. Again I don't know but I don't think it was supposed to be there. (Thinks in head: And I'm SURE it wasn't an air freshener.)In the bathroom in the stall in the first one um OK.
I turn and tell John as we walk/run quickly towards the exit.

And that's how I became a NARC.