Going to the Grocery Store

There used to be a time where going to the grocery store meant Chris and I walked into the store, grabbed what we needed, paid for it and left.

Not anymore.

Have you ever been to the grocery store with a toddler? It is a production. Seriously.

It's not enough for your child to just sit in the front part of the shopping cart facing you. Oh no. They now have these carts with a giant - and I mean GIANT - front end that is shaped like a car.

The premise is your child can sit there and steer the cart and play, while you shop in peace.

But have you ever tried to steer one of those things?

It is nuts. I mean, I almost took out an elderly woman last week and a display full of Cheerios. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. You seriously need a license to drive one.

Lucky for me, I don't have to do it often. Our Sunday ritual is to go to the grocery store right after church to stock up on items for the week.

So, Chris steers the giant barge and I walk beside it.

And getting the right one is very important. There are two different trucks and apparently (according to Chris) Ann Catherine enjoys riding in one more than the other. So today, we're pulling into the lot and Chris says, "There's the truck! I have to get it!"

I had no idea what he meant. He parks the car and breaks into a near-sprint across the parking lot to get the "truck-cart" before someone else does.

I just sat in the car and laughed as I watched him bringing it back, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

It's funny what we'll do for our kids.

In the meantime, if you see me on aisle 9, get out of the way!