Apr 05 2008
Has anyone else ever had to do THIS?
Okay..so, I was just over at Erica’s blog Beautiful-mess commenting on her post about how she can’t get out of Wal-mart without her daughter putting lots of stuff in the cart and I thought of something that I needed to ask over here on my own blog….
Has anyone else hear ever had to carry their child out of a store screaming at the top of their lungs while everyone in the store is looking at you as if you were kidnapping the child?
Often times, Ryan gets really out of hand in the store. We have to bribe him and tell him he can get a toy or a book after we are done shopping as long as he’s good in the store. Sometimes that’s not enough. So..when he realizes that we are leaving mid-shopping (anyone else ever just leave a cart full of stuff in the middle of an aisle because of their child’s inability to behave?) and he’s not getting his “surprise” he will start crying and screaming at the top of his lungs! “Oh no, not my child” you might be saying to yourself right now…oh how I wish that were true for me. So…he gets to the point where I can no longer lead him through the store by his hand…he will drop to the floor like a rock!
I have to pick him up and carry him out. Now…here’s the kicker…my son looks more like his mom than me. I’m blonde haired..he’s strawberry blonde. There is very little physical resemblance between the two of us. So..here’s this big blonde haired guy…carrying a little red-haired child through a store with that child screaming at the top of his lungs
“NO! NO! NO! I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE! LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN! I WANT MY MOMMY!”
So…people are staring…I’m getting those double takes…and its a verrry looonnng walk to the front of the store (for some reason he only starts up when we’re at the very back). I don’t want to walk too fast because that would look too suspicious. On the other hand..I don’t want to walk to slow either because he’s screaming like a frakkin banshee and I’m totally humiliated at this point. I’m only hoping in my mind as we continue through the store that just once he would mention that I’m his Daddy. You know..anything..”Daddy, I don’t want to go” or “Daddy, put me down” or anything that has “Daddy” in it…but noooooooo….every single time it happens…he has to scream for his Mommy even if she’s not in the store…not that its a bad thing for him to want his Mommy…just that it would be better if everyone knew that the screaming child hanging over my shoulder actually is mine!
