No matter how much you love your kids, sometimes the idea of dragging them through the grocery store seems to be just about the worst thing on the face of the Earth. Instead of making a quick entrance and exit with just what you need, you find yourself deciding on which cart to ride in (it’s always the racecar cart so why we discuss it or argue about it beats me), wiping down said cart with antibacterial wipes, lumbering through the store slowly, running into every end-aisle display, going back two or three aisles to pick up toys that made their way out of the cart at some point in the journey, buying at least 5 things that weren’t on the shopping list because it’s easier to give in than to have to push this beast of a cart through the throngs of shoppers with little mouths agape with cries and tears and then there’s the checkout line. Who gets to swipe the card? Who pushes the button? Who sneaks something off the candy rack and tries to get it past the checkout boy? Who pushes the cart out to the car versus who’s riding on the front, “Why aren’t we back in the racecar cart?” … I could go on.
Well, on this past Sunday I knew I needed to do a pretty major shopping trip and the boys decided they were tagging along, come hell or high water. Now, I will say that although it did take arguably twice as much time in total, it was the absolute BEST trip we’ve ever had to the store. Because, frankly, I had great company.
My littlest wouldn’t leave the house without his Darth Vadar mask on. He wore it to the store, through the entire shopping trip, through the checkout line and all the way back home. He was quiet, well-behaved and frankly, the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. About an hour and a half later, he even helped me carry the groceries back into the house and Darth’s mission was complete.