Today, I took Seth and went to Wal-Mart. Now, if you have ever had toddlers in tow while venturing on your errands, you know that things never go as expected. You have to have a few things packed in your purse to keep them distracted, extra diapers in case of an accident, or even just the mindset that if things go south - you will ditch your cart and bail.
This morning, as we were meandering about, things went wonderfully according to plan. Until I got the gallon of milk. Seth, being just as independent and vocal as his older sister was when she was a toddler, was very clear about wanting to hold the milk. So I set it next to him instead of on his lap, because it was so heavy. Do you think that satisfied Mr. Independent? After a very colorful exchange between Seth and the gallon of milk, I figured it was time to quickly check out and leave.
As we pretty much sprinted to the front of the store, I noticed the sweet little old ladies doing their morning shopping either chuckling along with the commotion or glaring at me. I either made their day and miss the days when they had young children, or I completely ruined their calm and peaceful shopping trip.
I'm just glad that the milk was the LAST thing on our list!
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