Pushing Their Luck

As our summer winds down I am trying to make each day count and plan fun things for the kids to do. We have lots of lunches and swimming and playdates with their friends.
Today was two hours at the spray park, lunch from Sonic and then I had promised them we would buy school supplies. We finished our lunch and headed off Target. Any trip to Target requires a preface that we are there to buy whatever is on my list, but NO TOYS. We got most of the supplies, a couple of things that Campbell did not need and only had three arguments over things that were not on the list. Much to Brandt's dismay, big pink erasers, large three ring binders and compasses are not the first grade supply list. Somehow Campbell convinced me that a calculator and purple scissors were going to be on the PK3 list (I'm pretty sure that's what we pay a supply fee for). After all this, I considered our day complete (so did Blake), and we went home.
And then it started. If I said In a minute, B asked how many? If I said no to a snack, he waited 5 minutes and got it without asking. If I was feeding Blake, he needed his snack opened and there was plenty of whining to go with it. I'm running out of patience and my favorite warning to him is your pushing your luck.
Later while they were in the bath, I noticed something white in the drain of my sink. When I asked him about it, he tried to convince me it was soap, but he is not a good liar. Turns out, he stuffed part of the crust from his pizza roll from dinner down my bathroom sink. Patience gone, out of luck, kids in bed. And no, my sink does not drain right now. Two more weeks, two more weeks...