The good , and the cute whom have gone bad

Everyday is a battle for me and this one is no different. Going to the grocery store is like a showdown with the enemy. If you have been reading along than you know all about them. My love for them weakens me and even with my husband home those sweet little faces ask to come with me followed by a promise of good behavior.


All starts off well but the ending is anything but that. I find myself with a full cart, one in need of a diaper change, dancing down the aisles singing loudly. My mind is almost gone but for some reason one nerve is hanging on and it is happening. Much to my dismay a child is missing, my boy now the cute have gone bad completely. There is no way out so in a resort to remain calm I call his name I got no answer. All of a sudden the aisle is cleared. I step aside the cart and I get a glimpse of that boy.

The music from a harmonica pops into my head I give him the stare. In an effort to out wit me he takes a few steps forward and smiles. His defense is useless he has done this before. The threat comes next, "come here right now before you get into trouble" it does not work. I take some steps forward to make him think I am coming after him it is useless. He draws his gun and fires off by running fast. I gather the cart and shoot after him only to not find him. There is one more attempt I have, " come here before I call your father and let him know what you are doing", I draw my weapon, my cell phone (which is not on right now). It works and now I even have peace in the line. Victory is mines again.