I’ve been feeling good about my shopping trips. Last month, I lugged my gaggle of four: Dani (7), Evie (5), Mase (3), and Dax (1), to the grocery store several times, with no major incidents.
This week was different.
Dani brought her new friend Moppy with us. There was a Moppy scuffle in the parking lot. Mase wanted to hold Moppy. After not getting his way, Mase did his usual tantrum face plant. This didn’t work so well on the hard parking lot cement. Mase cried for a while, but didn’t hurt himself too badly.
Then, there was Dax. He decided his luxury seat in the shopping cart was not good enough. He kept wriggling out of his buckle and attempting to stand!
It was too risky to let him out; he’s a bolter. I ended up holding him down with one hand and pushing the cart with the other, while he wailed in protest!
Meanwhile, Mase was practicing his ninja turns. In an un-ninja-like fashion he tripped and fell. I then, accidentally, ran over his finger with the cart. Only one finger.
He finally calmed down. I was still pushing the cart with one hand, while holding a crying Dax down. I ran over Dani’s toe next. After this injury, I was more careful. I kept hollering out, “Stay away from the cart. Keep all fingers and toes far away from the cart.”