Yesterday we went to the grocery store, finally. My oldest son was at school and my husband was happily off of work. So it was just me, my husband, and the monster. As soon as we get to the store we put the monster in the cart hoping he will stay there through the whole trip. That is definitely wishful thinking. The monster starts to whine by the third aisle so my husband takes him out and lets him walk around and explore. Thats his favorite thing to do in an unfamiliar place. As he runs ahead of us a little he puts his arm out to try to knock down things that are right at his level. Im sure by now everyone in the store knows his name by how many times we said, "No Scottie!"
In the next aisle there is a mom and her toddler, who is sitting in the seat and only wiggling around a little. He appears only a little older than the monster. She watches as my son runs slowly down the aisle so happy and free. Then she proceeds to tell her son, "Now look, why can't you be good like that little boy!" Um...??? Is she serious? At that point I was trying to figure out if she was blind or crazy. She was lucky her kid was still in the cart. By the time we got to the 5th or 6th aisle my husband was almost dragging the monster as a result of a breakdown.
hmm...I wonder if that other mom would give him a reward for that?!