Yesterday, Shawn and I stopped into Party City to pick up a few things for Reilly’s first birthday party. While we were there, we strolled down the toy isle. This was my first experience in the toy isle with a child, and it didn’t take long to realize why most parents avoid the toy isle at all costs.
Reilly wanted to touch everything, and to prove her earnestness, made every attempt to throw herself from her stroller. (I have been thankful on more than one occasion that our stroller has a three-point harness.) To appease her, I picked a red rubber ball off the shelf and handed it to her. The ball immediately went into Reilly’s mouth.
Shawn and I finished up our shopping and then paid for our items and left. We took 14th Street to 6th Avenue, turned downtown to 11th Street, where we crossed over to where 11th intersects with Greenwich Street. A block later, we met up with Brian and Chris, Shawn’s co-workers, for a coffee.
After the usual hand shakes and hellos, Brian started smothering Reilly and I turned to talk to Chris. He reached down into Reilly’s stroller and picked something up.
“Is this new?” he asked. He was holding the red rubber ball.
Shawn and I could only laugh. We’re such irresponsible parents, to be teaching our daughter to steal at such a young age. We should have at least waited until she was five.
That klepto!!!!! I'm telling!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMy kids have done this on more then one occasion!
ReplyDeleteMy daughter is named Riley!
my daughter has a habit for this...or should i say i do. I hand her anything to appease her so i can shop in peace....then later to only find i have a new toy to add to the many at home!
ReplyDeleteI learned about this one the hard way.
ReplyDeleteAt the checkout stand in the grocery store with all that glorious candy. I was halfway down the street before I realized that my little monster had shoved a hershey's bar, wrapper and all, into his mouth.
yeah, i sat my son down on the counter to pay and he actually grabbed a fist full of cash from the open register, change went flying and we had quite the time getting most of it back in. The cashier said "you have to get a job here before you can skim from the till". Great. I now wear one of those things around my neck that has the keys and ID's and money cards so I can pay with one hand as I wave the other one if front of little man like a basketball player on defense. I noticed you said you live with mice on your profile. We have racoons. What do you do about those little things that are out of your control and totally so unsanitary? My son keeps saying he wants to pet the racoons. The racoons are not scared of me. I show him my teeth and try to foam at the mouth to demonstrate the consquences while I say "bite, ow wee bite." He laughs. He also almost pet the owl when we went to the raptor center. I want him to keep all his fingers. Advice?
ReplyDeleteYay! I'm not the only one! DD swiped 3 pairs of sunglasses and stuffed them in the stroller. We wondered why we beeped in every store we went into in the mall.
ReplyDeleteWhen we took them back, the saleswoman just laughed. She must have kids too. :)