Monday, September 24, 2007
Full Moon at Target
Friday night I took the kiddos for their usual "special" night of CiCi's pizza, sweets & candy, then Target for a movie. At this point in time one would assume that I have a diaper bag with me. Maybe even the wipe box and a spare pull-up...but not to disappoint, I have nothing. At this point not usually a problem except when your two year olds pull-up has a ripped side and front full of pee. And you are in Target. And the kiddos are running around like maniacs all hopped up on sugar. Are you getting the picture yet??? So, there I am standing in the middle of the main aisle in the grocery section of Target, looking left I see Kyle running to the back of the store, looking to my right is Todd coming full tilt out of the sub aisle to the main aisle to follow his brother in a very bizarre version of tag your it. All of a sudden, Todd skids to a stop looks down, looks up, giggles and says "pants fall down." Oh yeah...his pull-up and shorts have completely fallen to the floor. There is no hope. The dang thing is ripped and loaded down. He proceeds to "moon" everyone at least 3 more times as I think the stupid thing will stay put if he just walks instead of runs. No such luck. I think this may be one of my quickest trips ever to Target. At least he did not have to go to potty in the car on the way home.
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If I were, hypothetically of course, to ever be in this situation I would walk over to the diaper section of Target, grab a pkg of generic pull-ups, rip it open and do a switcheroo in the isle. I'd throw the open package in the cart and keep on shopping. And hypothetically if the boy was poopy, I would do the same thing with the baby wipes.
You know, if I had ever been in that situation. That's what I'd do.
Or, for extra points, you could take just the one pullup and just the one wet wipe from the abundant Target inventory and keep on walking. If security stops you, the kid is in possession of the loot so you're clear.
And you can have that special talk with the kids where you explain that their first 18 years are the best time to commit petty larceny because it will drop off their records as soon as they're adults. It's called a teachable moment.
Yeah, what Joy said. If the pants were wet too, I might grab a pair off the clearance rack also.
Waaaay back when, when I was blissfully uninitiated, I was behind a mother of two little ones in line at the hardware store. She held one who was thoroughly soaked with urine. Her eyes held a distant, glazed over look. I wondered to myself "crystal meth?" Now I know, though. No, no drugs. Just two kids.
It's like that passage in Little Children when Sarah forgets the mid-morning snack. Again.
Mid-morning snack? I swear mothers who hire 24/7 help to deal with their children invent things like "mid-morning snack" in an attempt to make the rest of us feel inadequate.
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