Saturday, March 15th, 2014
3 years, 3 months.
My main role when our family goes grocery shopping is to distract/entertain/keep you from knocking over the fruit stands.
Fortunately tonight, we had just come back from the Monster Jam truck show and you were occupied as long as I could keep helping you find new places to crash your toy monster trucks into each other.
As we finally were checking out at Whole Foods, you instinctly grabbed on to the end of the grocery shopping cart, as if it were understood you wanted to ride out to the car while the helpful Whole Foods staff member pushed you.
This is not something you had ever seen before- like I said, it was simply an instinct.
After gaining a quick nod of approval from me, Emily, the girl who eagerly and kindly helped us take the groceries out to the car, began pushing you out to the parking lot as Mommy and I escorted you.
That is a classic childhood memory that every kid should have. Emily, the Whole Foods girl, was very cool about it.
As you can see from the photo collage (above) I made of the event, you loved it!
Just yesterday I wrote to you about how there were certain freedoms that I got to enjoy as a child, that you won’t be able to.
Well, fortunately, riding on the end of a shopping cart was not mentioned.
The way I see it, it’s your right, as an American little boy, to enjoy riding on a shopping cart.
It’s a right of passage.
I feel as your daddy, it’s sort of my responsibility to help set the backdrop for these little adventures.
Granted, you can’t wander around the neighborhood aimlessly like I did back in the 1980s… but you can ride a shopping cart like I did back in the 1980s.
At least there’s that!
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