I needed an interview blouse, and we were out of the basics: milk, cheese, bread, clementines, those little horrendously expensive yogurts for kids...
And, amazingly, the kids both did really well. Cass is at the stage where he wants to help with everything - which usually means he's running full-tilt into someone and I'm apologising (and by the by, HOW do you get your child to pay attention where he's going? I realize he's a short person and I don't expect him to notice everything, but checking to see whether a cart is about to take him off his feet is...expected.)
So after he ran into two people at the department (you didn't really think I bought a blouse at the grocery, did you??) store, I banished him to the cart and he and R had a grand time singing theme songs and quacking, of all things. Then I went the wrong way in the store and ended up near toys. My only hope was to move quickly.
Nearly mowing down two small boys myself (maybe it's an age thing with the oblivious behavior?) I was almost out past the Barbies and the glitter-dolls when Rosey started hooting. She was staring, not at the Baby Wets dolls, not at the creepy giant makeup and hairstyle Barbie head, but at a poster.
'Boofoo!' warbled my daughter. 'Boo-foo!'
It was a poster of a lemur. I was bewildered.
Cass, of course, took it all in stride. He nodded. 'Yup, Zoboomafoo!'
Rosey grew even more excited by this. She half-stood up in her seat and said (loudly, echoingly, powerfully) 'Cwap! Cwap!' Then, questioningly, 'Cwap?'
Cass looked around. I was busy
Rosey looked down-hearted. 'Ohhh,' she said, sadly. 'Cwap.'
(They are, of course, the Kratt brothers. But darned if I'm going to correct my two!)