Honestly, I have never been embarrassed by my children. I usually chalk it up to "that's just the way kids are at this age" and dismiss the stares. But this was WAY worse and all my fault. I had to get a wedding shower gift at Crate and Barrel (first off, I forgot about the shower, it's beaus best friend so I didn't get the invite, I worked 60 hours this week including this Saturday so the only time I had to get this gift was Friday after work) ok.. I get in the store, hope in the Bjorne, al is walking. He immediately starts to touch every breakable item in the store so I grabbed his hand and he flipped out screaming at the top of his lungs. So I drug him as quickly as possible to the registry stand( which temporarily distracted him with the computer screen). As I am furiously reading for items that are left on the registry and trying to find where the heck they are in the store, al escapes my grasp and goes running... No seriously running full speed through every section of the store and I am frantically chasing him praying that he doesn't break anything in his haste. I finally caught him and he began the tantrums, kicking and screaming on the floor so I scooped him up and found someone who could get the item I decided on... Al screamed the whole time she was looking for the item, the whole time I was checking out, and the whole time to the car. Oh yes, and imagine this, as we are walking to the car, al crying, tears streaming down his face, he has insisted on carrying this heavy Crate and Barrel gift box; so to the many on-lookers it appears as though I am forcing my child to carry this heavy box and he is crying about it! (every time I passed a person I acted like I was trying to help him( which made him more mad bc he wanted to do it himself) so that they didn't think I was a slave driving mother...
Note to self: Never take a hungry, tired, two year old boy to Crate and Barrel
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