our grocery store routine is complicated simplicity...something that only brody & i understand. we can't start shopping until we find the car carts...sometimes we even have to find specific ones- firetruck, police car, bus...depends on his mood. we are stalkers. we stalk the mommies with the carts that we need. get it, go.
tonight was more chaotic than usual. need dip mixings for work tomorrow, need something for dinner, bump into our neighbor, hit a guy in the back of his legs with our firetruck, open a bag of cheese for brody to start snacking after he had already eaten a banana. get to the counter and he needs a matchbox car...damn you hyvee for putting the matchbox cars at the checkout lane. pay. leave.
i realize in the parking lot that brody is still holding his new matchbox car, a bottle of sunny-d, a banana peel and a bag of cheese. shit. now what?
i did what any other mom would do. i stole them. ok, most other moms would not steal them. they would have walked back into the store, got back into line and paid for the unpaid for items.
and i am pissed bc i forgot to get paper towels. if only i had accidentally stolen them too.
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karma! go back and pay! ha!
ReplyDeletekeep that up and you might be one of my next clients. lol
ReplyDeleteLOL! This is too funny ... one time Colin (sitting in a racecar cart, no less!) "stole" a box of low sodium Rice-a-Roni. We totally didn't realize it until we had gotten everything out to the car. We didn't go back in, either. :)
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