I was brave enough last week to agree to take my mom to the store to pick up a few things. Getting her and little man ready and out of the house is a ton of work to do by yourself. She can't walk very well and is super clumsy so you have to have both hands free to guide her around and prevent accidents. Luckily, I can usually wear Jackson in a baby carrier and let mom push the cart to steady herself.
It was all going surprisingly well, I could see the registers in the distance! Then little man decided he was sick of being stuck on mama. I pulled a Hail Mary out of the parenting playbook, a last resort to help us finish checking out. I grabbed a little stuffed dog off the shelf and successfully stopped the shrieks.
I was pretty impressed with myself as we began walking out of the doors. That is, until the security scanner started beeping indicating that something had not been paid for. I immediately looked at my mother wondering if she had grabbed something unintentionally. The employee chuckled and pointed to the culprit strapped to my chest.