Shopping trip

This is why a five minute trip to the grocery store took me 25 minutes:

Peanut insisted on carrying the basket even though I could have put her in it. She drug it all around the store, stopping to switch holding positions. It took her forever to walk five feet.

When we got to the tea/coffee aisle, Peanut began throwing things in the basket like a squirrel hoarding nuts for winter. "I put it in the bucket, momma." I had to wait until she wasn't looking to take the unnecessary items out.

As we progressed through the store, she saw the wall of fish. "Fishies! Fishies" She took off, leaving the basket behind.

She finally gave up carrying the basket and I realized how bad that was. It at least slowed her down. Without it, she was able to roam free, screaming happily through the aisles and going every way but the way I wanted her to.

Peanut wandered into the clothing area where there was a display of bras. She promptly began feeling them up like a hormone-induced teenage boy yelling "I touch it, momma" as onlookers snickered.

Once she got bored with that, she saw a cart with no one around it. "I push it, momma." It was a battle of wills to get her not to push it away and I might have used some bribery.

When we finally made it to the pharmacy, I had to wait while two other people were helped. During that time, Peanut insisted on being held and wanted to kiss me. It started off sweetly with little puckers but then she became silly and began trying to suck on my lips. After all that, I was told my prescription had not been called in like the doctor's office had promised.

I love my daughter but this is why I like to go to the store alone.