Based on Little Z's request, I gave the little 'customer in training' shopping cart at Whole Foods another try today.
It's amazing how a few short months will change a child.
This time, no broken eggs and no frantic mother chasing after a speedy toddler on the loose with his glass-bottle-demolishing metal cart on wheels.
I had to herd him a bit, but we got our short list of groceries done, and he only crashed into my foot once.
I couldn't say who was feeling more proud at the end of it.
On another note, I sometimes wonder how some of T's socks get into some of the places where I find them? I mean a sock on the floor I can understand, and even one on the living room couch is the price for having a scruffy child, but I'm not exactly sure how they end up on the shelves?
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