As I have posted before (Care Bear are the New Black) my youngest is rather
hard to dress. So it was no surprise when we left the house with her
wearing a Care Bears shirt for the third day in a row, black capris, and old
cracked rubber boots with a questionable fit.
My husband and I had decided to use the divide and conquer method that day. I took the second one to town to run errands and the oldest one stayed with my husband. We have a very limited selection of stores in the town closest to us, so I knew at best I would need to make at least three stops.
We started first with a stop at Wal-mart in hopes that I could get as much as possible at this stop; thankfully since it was Wal-mart her fashion choices didn't stand out as really odd. While travelling through the aisles she decided she needed a snack. As usual I was unprepared and grabbed a box of peanut butter crackers off of the shelf and busted into them.
Now along with her poor fashion choices she sat in the front of the cart munching on the unpaid for crackers with peanut butter everywhere. I noticed now for the first time that the black capris she was wearing had two rather large holes in one leg. She then decided she was all done with sitting in the cart and wanted to move around. This was definitely the cue to exit the store with whatever items we had obtained thus far. Like most shopping trips with children along I ended up leaving the store without getting all the required items; we will live without them a few more days.
It was a long weekend and we had plans with friends and a babysitter coming so of course we required adult beverages. I had my priorities in order and thought we should skip stop two and head straight to stop three, the liquor store.
Upon entry to the liquor store she was already showing signs of being tired but I figured I would be quick as I only needed a case of beer. We headed back to the area where the beer is kept and then it started. "Me tired" she stated, then proceeded to lie in the middle of the isle and roll around. "Feet hurt" she whined and kicked her old cracked rubber boots off revealing broken oozing blisters on her heals.
So there we were, me with 11 king cans in a box on one hip (they were out of cases) and my daughter rolling on the floor in her dirty Care Bear shirt, pants with holes, and bare oozing feet. I scooped her up onto the other hip, threw her boots in with the king cans and headed to the till to pay. I tried and walk with confidence but I could feel the other people's eyes in the busy store burning into the back of my head.
I paid and asked the attendant to help carry my purchases to the car. I figured hey why not by this point. I got into my car, laughed, and vowed to never enter that store again.
My husband and I had decided to use the divide and conquer method that day. I took the second one to town to run errands and the oldest one stayed with my husband. We have a very limited selection of stores in the town closest to us, so I knew at best I would need to make at least three stops.
We started first with a stop at Wal-mart in hopes that I could get as much as possible at this stop; thankfully since it was Wal-mart her fashion choices didn't stand out as really odd. While travelling through the aisles she decided she needed a snack. As usual I was unprepared and grabbed a box of peanut butter crackers off of the shelf and busted into them.
Now along with her poor fashion choices she sat in the front of the cart munching on the unpaid for crackers with peanut butter everywhere. I noticed now for the first time that the black capris she was wearing had two rather large holes in one leg. She then decided she was all done with sitting in the cart and wanted to move around. This was definitely the cue to exit the store with whatever items we had obtained thus far. Like most shopping trips with children along I ended up leaving the store without getting all the required items; we will live without them a few more days.
It was a long weekend and we had plans with friends and a babysitter coming so of course we required adult beverages. I had my priorities in order and thought we should skip stop two and head straight to stop three, the liquor store.
Upon entry to the liquor store she was already showing signs of being tired but I figured I would be quick as I only needed a case of beer. We headed back to the area where the beer is kept and then it started. "Me tired" she stated, then proceeded to lie in the middle of the isle and roll around. "Feet hurt" she whined and kicked her old cracked rubber boots off revealing broken oozing blisters on her heals.
So there we were, me with 11 king cans in a box on one hip (they were out of cases) and my daughter rolling on the floor in her dirty Care Bear shirt, pants with holes, and bare oozing feet. I scooped her up onto the other hip, threw her boots in with the king cans and headed to the till to pay. I tried and walk with confidence but I could feel the other people's eyes in the busy store burning into the back of my head.
I paid and asked the attendant to help carry my purchases to the car. I figured hey why not by this point. I got into my car, laughed, and vowed to never enter that store again.
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