Thursday, September 18, 2008
Shopping with a 2 year old can be an interesting experience. Wendy loves to go to the store, any store, as long as she gets to ride in a shopping cart and look at things. As an infant, her favorite store was Lowe's, which is one of my favorites, as well.
Yesterday, we went to the grocery store. We had a long list, so I knew it would take awhile. Wendy was being very good, jabbering & chatting with me, and pointing out all the things she recognized. Nanas! Apows! Breh! Mowk!
She has added the word "want" to her vocabulary this week, so there was also a lot of pointing and "Want!"
All in all, it was a pretty good shopping experience, until the shampoo aisle. I was facing the shampoo shelf, pondering my choice (even though I always end up buying the same thing) when, out of the corner of my eye, I see Wendy turn and reach into the cart. I focus my attention on her in time to see her grab the lid of a carton of eggs...and in slow-motion the lid opens...the carton tips...and all the eggs go rolling into the groceries.
I stood there aghast for a few seconds before my brain registers: Eggs! Spilled! In the groceries! Ick! Ack!!!
I located all the eggs while muttering, "No, no, no!" to a wide-eyed Wendy. I wasn't too hard on her, since I know she didn't intend for the eggs to spill. Somehow, some way, none of the eggs broke enough to leak. Five of them were pretty well cracked, but the inner membrane was still intact, keeping the goo contained.
"Don't put all your eggs in one basket?"
Here's a new one:
"Don't put all your eggs within reach of a 2 year old."