We just got home from the grocery store. It was a wonderful trip, totally unlike a typical grocery store outing. Here’s how it normally goes for the us:
- Put Grace into the cart, noting mournfully that the seatbelt buckle is broken.
- Browse through the produce section, attempting to place the food in the cart out of Grace’s reach, around Grace’s stuff, while Grace takes the scanner gun out of its holder seventeen times and throws everything she can reach onto the floor. At least she’s laughing.
- Repeat #2 in the organic foods, drink, deli, and snack sections of the store.
- Somewhere around the international foods section, Grace will begin whining and bouncing up and down in the cart. Find something to tie her to the cart (because the buckle is always broken, remember?) so she doesn’t stand up and fly out onto her head.
- By the time we get to the canned foods section, Grace’s whining and bouncing and carrying on will have reached a fever pitch, and we are forced to let her get out and run free.
- Chase Grace through the soups and canned goods, because she always runs in the direction opposite the one we want her to go.
- Repeat in the paper products, cat food, and meat sections.
I could go on, but I’ll spare you. Let’s just say that a trip to the grocery store is challenging.
As I previously mentioned, however, today’s trip was delightful. My sanity was saved by a little car attached to the front of my shopping cart. How did I not know about these sooner?
The car cart had new challenges, namely that its stopping caused Grace to scream and whine and squeal. We fixed that by not pausing. Ever.
When I was placing our deli order at the little computer terminal in the produce section, Joe and Grace did laps around the pineapple island. I’m not kidding.
So anyway, this trip to the grocery store was totally pleasant. Grace laughed and honked her horn and talked to everyone and did not remove any items from our cart, the carts of other shoppers, or from the store shelves. Hallelujah!
Extricating Grace from the little car so that we could leave the store was a problem, but I let Joe deal with that by himself.
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