yesterday

Yes, I know this is a terrible picture, but you have to remember the camera I am working with here. Wyatt and I were out running a million errands yesterday. The first item that is noteworthy was that Wyatt and I were complete twins. I didn't notice this until we were at the post office, and then I was embarassed. I guess I could claim that I was dressed first, but since I also dressed Wyatt I guess that excuse doesn't fly. Wyatt has really taken to picking his own clothes out in the morning (well at least the shirt, and then I coordinate the bottoms; he doesn't need to be looking totally crazy all the time) and yesterday the beloved wakemonkey shirt was clean (a close second choice to the bumper car shirt he always asks for, but it is almost always dirty). Anyway, we were twins, something I am not a fan of people intentionally doing with their children, but oh well we still had many a stores to go to.

So we were at our local Walmart. Wyatt has a book, "Llama, Llama Mad at Mama" (yes it is a sequel to his favorite "Llama, Llama Red Pajama") that is all about being a patient shopper with 'Mama' we love this book and I highly recommend the series (can you call it a series when there are only two books?). Anyway in this book Llama, Llama holds onto the the cart with his Mama instead of being strapped in. Wyatt prefers this method to the confinement of the cart. So there we were standing in front of the Capri-Suns, I was debating if $1.75 was too much to spend on a box of the fruity drinks (we are buying a house here people, I didn't get them) and Wyatt was standing very patiently in one place holding onto the side of the cart. That was the scene when it happened. A teenager, and by teenager I do not mean a 13 or 14 year old, I mean a 18 or 19 year old was hurrying down the aisle with his girlfriend, texting on his phone, and arguing with the girl PLOWED Wyatt over. I mean Wyatt was on the ground and the punk even stepped on his hand. Wyatt was traumatized! I scooped Wyatt up, he was crying hysterically and asking me to kiss his hand. All this boy could say to me was "sorry, I didn't see him" and more than the words that were said it was his tone that implied I am not really sorry at all, he should not have been standing in my way. I was livid. I did not respond well. This is what I said, "You should be sorry. You need to apologize to him." Then he glared at me and Wyatt (who was still screaming) and walked away. I probably didn't have the best response, I still don't know what I should have done, but the mean look and walking away, REALLY??? I am still disturbed by the whole situation.

Wyatt was so sad I broke down and did two things I NEVER do, and will probably never do again. I bought Wyatt a toy to make him feel better. These dinosaurs were 88 cents (we are still buying a house here people), and they made Wyatt SOOO happy. As we were leaving I also let Wyatt ride the mechanical horse that he always asks about, hence the picture at the beginning of this post.