Shopping Shopping

We went grocery shopping last night and Zeke found a shopping cart just his size.

He pushed it along proudly, gathering goldfish crackers, pancake mix, bread, paper towels, bandaids, sausage, raisins, and a few other things. He also tried to gather a few random loose eggs we found in the refrigerator section, but we made him put them back. We quickly found out he only had two speeds, running and stopped. To his credit, he was very good about stopping when we told him to, but we still had several run-ins with the store displays. He insisted on pushing the cart all by himself, and any attempts to help steer the small cart were met by shrieks of protest and immediate prying off of the adult guiding hand. Probably the funniest moment was in the produce section, where thee store had anti-fatigue mats down to help mitigate slippery floors and Zeke had to drive on the 'road'.

Our last stop was the pharmacy, and while I was at the counter Zeke was driving crazy and Aaron told him that he would be in the big cart if he crashed one more time. As I finished up, Zeke crashed into a sign and almost knocked over a display. He promptly received the promised consequence, and we had a complete breakdown between the joint supports and the travel-size toiletries. Zeke was so upset at being taken away from his shopping cart that he didn't hear Aaron telling him he needed Zeke to walk his cart to the checkout. Finally Zeke got returned to his cart and after some convincing walked down to check out.

It was the most exhausing shopping trip we've ever been on. Several of the other shoppers commented on how cute Zeke was with his little cart. I have to wonder if the other parents were thinking to themselves, 'Sure glad it's them and not us'.