Last week, I went to Walmart. Â I like Walmart. Â 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. Â She really enjoyed that. Â We shopped a long time, though, and she eventually demanded to walk alongside the cart. Â
The store was busy. Â We had to wait in line a long time. Â No problem; I stuck Grace back in the seat in the cart and entertained her.
But then. Â 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.Â Rats.Â Â If I didn’t have the caddy, I probably wouldn’t use the stuff and get my chores done. Â We had to go back for it.
We circled around, found the caddy, and went up to the cash registers. Â Again. Â This time, Grace would not be content to sit in the cart. Â 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. Â 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. Â Oh, thank you! Â You are such a good helper, Gracie!Â I exclaimed to her as I put the sunscreen back. Â
Then she walked over to a different check out aisle and grabbed a couple of packages of assorted candies. Â Nice. I took those from her and put them back without incident.
Then she walked away. Â Just left. Â I guess she’d forgotten something, too.
By this time, we are in the middle of the line. Â There are five or six shoppers behind us, and only three or four ahead of us. Â A kind shopper returned my child. Â Nice!
Then all you-know-what broke loose, as my child spied the Snickers bars.
Â Â Why they suddenly caught her eye and becameÂ 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. Â 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. Â
I’m fat and slow and have to bend over to get the candy and the child. Â Guess who got away.
I’m tired just thinking about it.
Grace handed out Snickers bars to the people in the line. Â 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. Â Why don’t you put her back in the cart?
Hmm. Â I bet that thought hadÂ occurredÂ to everyone in the line. Â Except me. Â
Oh, yeah. Â I am that mom.
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