Writing Wrongs

December 15, 2006

Today’s Radio Disney earworm: the Ashley Tisdale cover of Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid (hey, I have to suffer, so do you).

So last night, we stopped at the grocery store after Andrew’s basketball. It was the higher end one, but we were hungry. Andrew still needed to do homework, and all we needed were a few pot stickers from Big Bowl and maybe a little orange chicken.

Then Andrew wanted to get a box of Clementines. And really, how can I say no to fresh fruit. He took off running, with Kyra right behind him. I waited for a few minutes. The produce section is a quick jog up the frozen food aisle.

And I waited. And waited. That mom-fear kicked in. Where were my kids? Where did they go? I inched toward the frozen food section and peered down the aisle. Nothing. I inched back, doing that Z pattern thing, my gaze hitting the ice cream, the cones, the tins of candy on the end cap.

Still no kids.

I didn’t want to take off too far from Big Bowl, because I knew they’d head back that way. If I weren’t there, then the crying, wailing, and gnashing of teeth was a distinct possibility. On my way to take another peek down the frozen food aisle, I spied them.

There they were, trundling down the cookie and cracker aisle. In addition to the Clementines, Andrew carried a few Lunchables (they made a stop in the meat aisle). Kyra clutched a box of Goldfish crackers that was bigger than her head.

They were quite happy. Although Andrew was a little frustrated. “It’s hard to go places with Kyra,” he said. “She keeps taking off in all directions.”

Tell me about it.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 11:16 a.m.

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