Ms. Population Control

Sometimes I want to go where no one knows my son's name.  However, because he is two and he is high energy, by the time we leave everyone knows that Jack has been there because I have said his name about 5,823 times.  This weekend's trip to the grocery store was not different.

At first I had him corralled in the back of the cart.  I know full well that they warn against doing this on the seat part of the cart, but let's just say I want my kids to be risk takers and leave it at that.

Well, he sat back there until I noticed that he was eating something and it was something loud because he was really crunching away.  Then I noticed the box of dried pasta was ripped open.  Yes, my son had opened a box of Penne and was chowing down.  It is gross just to think about it.

So I pulled him out of the cart, which went alright until he decided that he would like to lie on the ground, hold on to the bar that goes between the wheels and be dragged around the store on his belly.  After I stopped his belly boarding sans board, he started running his hands along all of the items on the shelves as one would do along a fence.  I noticed this move when I saw him with his hand going down and isle of olives in glass jars.  My heart nearly stopped.  So he finally resigned himself to alternating between running away and hanging from the handle while dangling his feet and kicking my shins.

Any childless person who saw me chasing, correcting, and nearly pulling my hair out will probably never have children now.  Just call me Ms. Population Control.

Comments

[Carrie T]

So you were the lady in the store I saw who made me think, "did I take my pill this morning." Just joking! :)

[Stephanie]

My kids have done that so many times. (Sat in the cart, opened food, and then threw mega tantrums). And everyone knows my kids names too. They even start calling them their names without being introduced. I try to avoid the store with the people as much as possible, but with summer coming it's going to stink.