Grocery Shopping

Miss Haana and I made a trip to the grocery store yesterday. I usually am not the one doing the groceries. But mostly if I'm going out somewhere it's with my little baby girl. I thoroughly enjoy our trips together - even to mundane places and places otherwise labelled as "chores"- with her, it all comes alive; with her it's different! 

So we were at the nearby grocers on Sunday afternoon; we got our fill of vegetables and milk. I ambled through an aisle that had Burt Bee's products. I like their colored lip balms (with shimmer;)) so I picked out 2 colors I haven't tried. As soon as I picked them out, the little girl (sitting on the shopping cart at this point) wanted to hold them. 

However the lip balm sticks were rigged. They had magnetic pulls that led them to fall to the floor every 30 seconds or so. All through the store for the next 30-45 minutes, I picked up the lip balms from the floor for 500 times or so. (Ok, maybe some exaggeration, but not by a lot!) I finally got tired of it when one time this little girl sitting cozy on the grocery cart dropped the lip balm and it rolled under the shelf and it of reach. We were way to the other side of the store (from where the lip balms were kept) and I was getting tired. I got mad, and told her I'm going to take it away now, and took the lip balm away. 

Attention and naughty energy was soon diverted to a pack of colorful rubber bands I had just picked out and put in the cart for making her pony tails (a recent fetish- both of ours'). Fearing the same fate as the lip balm for the rubber bands; I scolded her not to touch the bag. "If you touch it, I'm not going to get it!" I scolded. The little hand that was reaching out to the rubber and packet, stopped just short after that statement. It hesitated for a few moments, and then decided not to risk it, and was withdrawn.

A few minutes of relative peace and silence ensued. I got done with what I needed to fill my cart with and rolled to the checkout counters. Since a few minutes had passed, the little girl thought it's safe to start again. 

Conversation started with neutral topics. "See Minnie Mouse Mumma"

"Where Gugu?"

"There"

"Oh ya, Gugu! I see Minnie Mouse now!"

A couple more neutral sentences later, attention was diverted to the rubber bands again, "Mumma can I touch it now?"

Seeing the humor in the situation now that I'd cooled off, I say yes (why not)!

Next statement? 

"Mumma can I pick it up"

Something tells me that was the plan from the beginning. <3