My super generous friend, Amy, took care of my children yesterday so I could grocery shop alone. It was wonderful!
I thought the older they got the easier shopping trips would be, but I was wrong. My two highly energetic kids seem to think Wal-Mart is their personal amusement park. I’ve learned to navigate the aisles to avoid the toy department. The problem is not them asking to buy everything. “Do you have any money?” puts a halt to that… most of the time. But once there, balls will be bounced, bikes will be ridden and every button of anything that talks will be pushed until the entire department sounds like a creepy Poltergeist meets Toy Story movie.
Even if we manage to stay clear of the toy department, my children are still able to find their own fun. Any island of merchandise becomes the center of a race track. If they can sit, stand or climb on it, they will. The wide frozen food aisle is used for practicing cartwheels, dance moves and sliding like a rock star, air guitars playing wildly.
One day I noticed a mom blissfully pushing her cart while her four children walked dutifully beside her. The calm, obedient children watched my out-of-control rug rats with wide eyes as if they had encountered a freaky, misplaced mini-circus. How did she get them to walk beside her like well-trained golden retrievers? Does she drug them, threaten to beat them, bribe them with candy? I wanted to ask her, but Ford was hiding in one of the ten circular clothes racks, and I had to watch for movement so I could grab him before some pedophile did.
Yesterday, I didn’t have to chase anyone through the meat department and was actually able to think about what I needed. Walking through the pet aisle, I spotted a variety of leashes. Hmmm.
Thank you, Amy, that was FABULOUS. :0)
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