...like riding in a grocery cart.
Yes, my girls are 3 1/2. And no, until a couple of weeks ago, they'd never ridden in a grocery cart.
I went straight from pushing them in a stroller and pulling the cart along behind me, to having them walk with me, "helping" me push the cart.
I felt a little guilty...the girls have coveted those carts with the little cars on them for as long as they could talk. For a while, I told them, "Those are for bigger kids." And then one day, I started saying, "Oh, those are for babies. You are BIG girls, and you walk with Mommy now!"
But, despite my guilt, I just couldn't get past grocery carts not being CLEAN.
I know there are kids with leaky diapers sitting in those seats. And I know there are leaky egg cartons and drippy packages of meat, too.
And, somehow, our girls are still touching their faces and sometimes putting their hands in their mouths. (I seriously thought we'd be long past this by now!!!) My mind spins right into salmonella poisoning, followed by extensive medical care, which -- among other things -- would likely upset our sleep schedule.
No, thank you.
I'll just make an extra deposit in the therapy fund for our girls never having had the normalcy of a grocery cart ride.
Until...we were in Charlotte a couple of weeks ago. Marcia mentioned she would like to visit a Target store. We were able to steal away for an hour one afternoon, the girls and Marcia and I.
The girls have walked with me at Target for a long time, but I'm usually pretty to-the-point with my shopping, at least when they're with me. (They're relatively well-behaved walkers, but I feel like they're a long way from being well-behaved browsers.)
I knew Marcia wanted to shop, and I wanted to be able to enjoy the experience with her.
I had an idea. "Girls! Wow! Look at the huge carts they have here! How nice!" Insert big smile and wide, beckoning eyes. "Since we're on vacation, and this is an extra-special occasion to have Miss Marcia with us, how would you like to do something super-duper-special???" Yes, yes...please, please! "How would you like to ride in one of those big, cool carts?!!!"
The girls were all about it!
They sat facing each other, and they swapped positions halfway through our shopping trip.
Marcia and I were able to browse a bit, and the girls enjoyed their grocery cart limo experience.
And...I was able to spend what I would have deposited in their therapy fund to buy us all a little snack from Starbucks before we headed back to the hotel.
[I do not mean to judge mamas who put their kids in shopping carts. I know that's sorta-kinda what you're supposed to do. I recognize I have issues.] ;)