What I Learned In The Check Out Line

Today, I went grocery shopping. It wasn't my usual grocery shopping day. I usually go on Tuesday's, but we were pretty busy this week, and since gas is pretty expensive ($3.54!) I held off until I went to town today to take Ethan to the dentist.

At the dentist, Grayson was pretty much hellbent on destruction. Whenever we come in, the receptionist usually brings out a toy bin for Clarie and Grayson to play with. It's got little toys, books, coloring books and crayons. Grayson discovered the pencil box full of crayons and spent a good 10 minutes just opening and closing the lid. Then, he got bored and decided that throwing the crayons was even better. I fished crayons out from under chairs, under tables, out of the toy bin itself and yes, even out of my purse. He giggled, he threw some more. I sighed, said "No. No, Grayson." Claire piped in and said, "Yeah, Grayson, no. No touching. No." Such a little helper. After a good 20 throws, Ethan was finally done with his dental work and we were able to head to the grocery store.

We got to the grocery and I realized that I had forgotten my grocery list and all of my coupons. Damn. Time to shop cheaply from memory. This is gonna be a good time. We headed inside, where I was actually pretty surprised. The kids were well behaved. Nobody tried to grab the bread and smash the hell out of it, forcing me to hide it and get more. This was one of the best shopping trips, EVER...

Or so I thought.

I got to the check out. I unloaded my groceries while answering about a million questions being thrown at me by Ethan. The woman in front of me hadn't moved yet, so I inched forward a little bit to wait. When it was my turn, I said my casual hello to the cashier. I pulled my wallet out. I turned my head a little to the left to do one of the side eye kid counts parents do when they are checking out with a handful of kids, and that's when it happened.

Grayson's arm stretched to the right. His fingers laced themselves through the holes on the top of the egg carton. It lifted up and then there was a blur of white and then a crack and a floor full of yellow.

A full dozen eggs. The cashier and I both stared at the floor, mouths open. And then all I could think to do was grab my face and say, "Oh dear Lord, this shopping trip was going way too well." Apparently, whenever an outing with my kids is going just great, the universe sees fit to knock me down a peg. Case in point, the Sears Poop Plop.

Today was no exception.

Grayson happily played with the egg carton, smiling at everyone while he did. He's lucky he's tiny and cute.

Apparently the universe also likes to watch employees clean up the impromptu makings of scrambled eggs off the floor of their store.

Never a dull moment with my three.