Last week, I went to Walmart. Ã‚ I like Walmart. Ã‚ It’s a fun summer diversion for me and the babe.
Grace started out sitting in the seat in the cart, and then she progressed to sitting in the big part. Ã‚ She really enjoyed that. Ã‚ We shopped a long time, though, and she eventually demanded to walk alongside the cart. Ã‚
The store was busy. Ã‚ We had to wait in line a long time. Ã‚ No problem; I stuck Grace back in the seat in the cart and entertained her.
But then. Ã‚ As we were leaving the register, I realized that I’d forgotten something. The carrying caddy for all of the cleaning supplies I’d just purchased.Ã‚ Rats.Ã‚ Ã‚ If I didn’t have the caddy, I probably wouldn’t use the stuff and get my chores done. Ã‚ We had to go back for it.
We circled around, found the caddy, and went up to the cash registers. Ã‚ Again. Ã‚ This time, Grace would not be content to sit in the cart. Ã‚ My choices were clear – let her walk around or subject all of the customers to her screaming tantrum that would, undoubtedly, last the entire time we were in the long long line.
I took her out of the cart. Ã‚ Yes, I am that mom.
She walked over to the next check out aisle, removed the two biggest bottles of sunscreen from the display, and brought them over to me. Ã‚ Oh, thank you! Ã‚ You are such a good helper, Gracie!Ã‚ I exclaimed to her as I put the sunscreen back. Ã‚
Then she walked over to a different check out aisle and grabbed a couple of packages of assorted candies. Ã‚ Nice. I took those from her and put them back without incident.
Then she walked away. Ã‚ Just left. Ã‚ I guess she’d forgotten something, too.
By this time, we are in the middle of the line. Ã‚ There are five or six shoppers behind us, and only three or four ahead of us. Ã‚ A kind shopper returned my child. Ã‚ Nice!
Then all you-know-what broke loose, as my child spied the Snickers bars.
Ã‚ Ã‚ Why they suddenly caught her eye and becameÃ‚ irresistible, I know not, but she ran from one check-out to the next (we were in the speedy check part, where there are 6 aisles all together), snatching up all of the Snickers bars, and laughing a great belly laugh. The other shoppers were snickering. Ã‚ I ran after her, trying to pry the candy from her little fingers and pick up the strays that had fallen to the floor in her wake. Ã‚
I’m fat and slow and have to bend over to get the candy and the child. Ã‚ Guess who got away.
I’m tired just thinking about it.
Grace handed out Snickers bars to the people in the line. Ã‚ Grace emptied all of the Snickers boxes in all of the aisles. Grace ran around, laughing like a lunatic, evading the warden.
Everyone was Snickering but me.
Finally, my mom, who was with us, made a suggestion. Ã‚ Why don’t you put her back in the cart?
Hmm. Ã‚ I bet that thought hadÃ‚ occurredÃ‚ to everyone in the line. Ã‚ Except me. Ã‚
Oh, yeah. Ã‚ I am that mom.
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