Zoe, my mom and I went shopping last night. Some things like climbing are still somewhat hard for Zoe. She loves the slide in the nursery at church. We thought we'd get her a slide for home so she could practice. Every sane mother wants to teach their child to climb. We all look forward to a day where she'll be on top of the dining room table cleaning the chandelier.
While wondering the aisles at Fred Meyer, we realized we needed some milk and cotton PJ's for Zoe. About 5 minutes after that we realized it was Zoe's dinner time. She was practically hurling herself into the cart to find food. If you've met Zoe you know nothing comes between her and dinner. Or any meal for that matter.
Not even a cool slide that will eventually lead to many heart attacks to her mother.
Fortunately my days as a CampFire girl paid off. I am always prepared. I know that's the Girl Scouts and they do have some good cookies. Let's be honest, a frozen CampFire mint during a PMS attack is pure heaven. Pure. Heaven.
I gave her a bowl of her chips and puffs. If you don't have a toddler with a food addiction, these are made by Gerber and resemble adult food. However 30 seconds in your mouth and they're mush.
Zoe LOVES them. They're the second thing she kisses in the morning after Lamby. Okay, maybe the third after me. On a good day.
We devoured the chips in time for us to learn they're sold out of slides. They apparently don't sell the display item. They also don't know when they'll get more. I love sales help.
We pay for our food items and head to the car. Zoe is twisting around to see if there is any food in that cart for her. She'll try to eat the PJ's, but they're just not as filling.
Once in the carseat she finds her potato masher. Because we have highly expensive, educational toys. She also finds a bowl to mash in. Watch out Rachael Ray. Watch out.
For the 10 minute ride home I hear her whining. She would call out "mommy" and tip the bowl back. I could hear her hands scraping the bottom of the bowl. I recently told her the story of Jesus feeding thousands with a few fish and couple loaves of bread. I have no doubt she was trying to recreate that story in the backseat.
Fortunately we got home to chicken and vegetables that she ate like I haven't fed her in days. I also didn't get read any riot acts.
Until it was time to brush her teeth. Welcome to the age of intwopendence. Leave your sanity at the door.
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