I'm getting bundled up and heading out to have my mug shot taken for my replacement licensee, since mine was stolen with my wallet last week.
Two days ago, I had shopped in Target for over an hour with two of my very sweet, but very overtired grand babies. Thirty minutes of that hour was spent in the dollar isle, where my 3 year old grandson, Landon, had to look at every toy or curious gadget. I am a sucker for little men in tiny blue glasses, so I let him pick out several treasures that he just could not live without.
I had his sister Clara Jane, who is just a year and a half, with me as well, and forgot to bring in her sippy cup filled with chocolate milk. We had several, shopping-cart- fall-aparts, because of that mistake.
Landon wanted to be my big helper and push the cart, but his forehead came to the exact same level as Clara Jane's fashionable snow-bunny boots, and she kept kicking him in the head. He began to squall, as Clara Jane demonstrated toddler sibling rivalry at it's finest.
I finally got to the check out, with over $200.00 dollars worth of groceries, (and toys) and remembered that I did not have my license, or a credit card one. They would not take my check. I broke out into a cold sweat, as I pulled Landon away from a, "just one more toy" moment, (Angry Birds are really popular, and it was great strategy on Target's part to place them, precisely within a toddler's grasp, near the check out.)
Just before I had a toddler melt-down myself, I realized that I had just gone to the bank to put my husband's check in, and had enough cash to dole out for my goods.
Oh how I longed for the, "Little House On The Prairie," days. The days when half-pint would stroll past the creek, and through the swaying wheat field, to the general mercantile store to pick up salt pork, and sorghum molasses for Ma, who was back at the homestead gathering fresh eggs in the barn.
I was exhausted by the time I got everything loaded into my car. I had to smile though, as I looked in the rear view mirror, to see my two, precious, little half-pints, each with a fantastic dollar isle toy in their tiny hands, fast asleep in their car seats within five minutes after pulling out of the Target parking lot.