September 16, 2010
Yesterday afternoon, I took my kids to the grocery store. The minute we pulled into the parking lot, my kids began screaming.
"Park over there! Park over there!" they shouted.
When I saw what they were pointing at, I deliberately parked as far away from the object as possible.
"You are so mean!" they cried in unison.
"We are passed that stage in life," I told them.
"It's just a shopping cart!" they whined.
What they were referring to was the size of a small sedan. It had four seats and the turning radius of a semi-truck.
"Nope," I said again.
Much wailing and gnashing of teeth and whining about paralyzed legs and unfair lives followed.
I told everyone to get out the car. After unbuckling Cameron from his car seat, I turned around to find all three of my older children crammed into the basket of a regular shopping cart.
"Now what are you going to do?" their eyes taunted.
I shrugged my shoulders. Then I plopped the baby into one of the million empty shopping carts surrounding my car and started making my way to the store entrance.
"See you later!" I called out.
The wailing and gnashing of teeth continued, but for different reasons :)