Scared ya didn't I? You thought I meant shopping, as in like, for the really good things. Nah, no matter how painful it is, I will always want to shop. But I'm talking about grocery shopping. It's just plain psychotic.
I take my kids to the store, and people stare at us. Not in a good way either. Eddie climbs on top of the car attached grocery cart. Alexa attempts to do the same. Each one of them takes turns grabbing things from the shelves. I scold. I raise my voice, but not too loud. They laugh, they push, they touch. And then they scream. I have to stop what I am doing only a dozen times per aisle.
I try to focus on vegetables, fruits, canned goods. I can't. Alexa is trying to kiss Eddie. Eddie doesn't want a kiss. They squabble, they laugh, and she still tries. He pushes at her, and then calls for my help.... "mommyyyyyyy!!" People are still staring.
I find a box of valentines candy on the floorboard of the little car that the kids are sitting in. I place it back on the shelf. I look in the cart. There are some various items which I did not put in there. I also put those items back too.
I push onward. Carefully I move, as I realize that the kids are alternately sticking their heads outside of the car, and into the path of oncoming shopper's carts. I have to be careful, I have to watch out for their noggins, as they don't have a care in the world.
I don't know why they misbehave so much in grocery stores. I honestly just don't know. But what I do know, as I stroll throughout the building, is that I have the loudest two kids in the whole place. I know this. I attract a lot of attention when we shop. Or shall I say that my two monkeys attract a lot of attention. You just can't help but to look and see what all the ruckus is about. I'm still hoping that one day they outgrow it. Or even tone it down a bit. That would be nice.