A public display of poopie

Tuesday Ella and I took our weekly trip to the grocery store. And as she often does lately, she says “walk, mommy, walk!” Which means she’s done with her snacks and she’s tired of sitting idly by while there are so many things to run and explore. Letting her down though is usually a decision I learn to regret. If I wanted to spend the whole day at the grocery store inspecting each item, it would be great, but we usually have some other things to get to.

So despite better judgment and because we were in the second to the last aisle of the store, I let her down. All was well for awhile. She reached up for my hand and walked sweetly with me. Then she ran and looked at the lobsters for the 10th time. But then she came back and stood by the chips with a serious look on her face. Uh oh. I know that look.

“Poopie mommy,” she says. Yep, that’s just what I figured. So, I browsed at some items and tried to give her some time, then came back to her to try to move the trip along. But there was no moving to be had. Every tug at her hand or lifting of her body resulted in her yelling loudly “POOPIE MOMMY!”

So, I waited and waited and waited. I tried to convince her she could ride standing up in that big crazy 2-kid cart she always wants me to get. (Please don’t turn me in to the grocery cart authorities. I know this breaks the rules.) But it was a no-go.

And we were so close to being done at the store. “We just need cheese!” I tried to reason with her.

At last, I just had to wait it out. So if you saw me browsing at the chips for a VERY long time on Tuesday — no, I’m not some sort of chip connoisseur. I just have a 2-year-old with bad timing.