at walmart
this evening, parker repeatedly wriggled out of the child restraint on the
shopping cart (but since this cart resides in the south, it is technically a
"buggy"). fearing he would fall out of the cart, i moved him from the
childseat to the basket and sat him amongst the groceries. (to perpetuate
scott's theory on my 'warped stories': i read about a woman who had her son in
a shopping cart when it overturned and he ended up with permanent brain damage
and had to be sent to an institution because he wasn't even functional.
therefore, i am skittish about kids in carts already.) **tangent courtesy of my
tendency toward becoming a clone of my mother--have you heard her tell a
story?**
ANYWAY! once
he was in the basket part of the cart, he began playing with a jar of baby
food. seemed harmless. so continue shopping. clever kid makes the jar more
interesting by pitching it over the side of the cart onto the floor where it
shatters into many non-geometric shards and splatters. fascinating! where's the
other jar! grrrrr. mom got it first.
parker loudly
expressed his disagreement when i put the other jars into the 'child seat'
portion of the cart. surprisingly, he was unable to retrieve them. surprising
because i'm beginning to think that those chubby little arms actually telescope
to allow him to reach incredible distances. i have to maintain a 3 foot radius
around him (not diameter) as a safety zone if he is in a fixed position
(restrained). if the child is only 2 feet tall, how can his reach be 3 feet? i
plan to measure his arms if i can ever keep him still long enough. i'm
beginning to think that his sticky little fingers defy the laws of physics.
babies must be a product of science fiction. i could put him the middle of an
empty room and be staring right at him, yet he can cause a catastrophe before
the light waves enter my pupils and are transmitted to my brain. so before i
even see him move, he has dumped indelible liquid on the carpet or stuffed some
revolting object in his mouth.
those with
weak stomachs may not want to read this next bit:
he tried to
swallow a roach! further demonstrating his super powers since we all know how
fast roaches move....
i think he
did it, not just because it was the grossest thing he could think of at the moment,
but also because it would create the most havoc as the rest of the family
shreiked and flailed about uncertain how to react to something so gruesome.
if babies
weren't so cute we would store them with the biohazards

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