First, FrenchFry decided to tell me "these are for you, Momma!"
|"New! Just for Bladder Leaks!"|
The irony was not lost on me that the majority of women who need the "Always Discreet" (just for bladder leaks) probably do so because of birthing their own little jerk - I mean child.
So he pulled off a few boxes of band-aids and then threw them on the ground, which is where I draw the line on poor toddler behavior and decided it was time to have a little positive ("connection based") discussion with him. I started to talk to him about needing to be careful with things that don't belong to us and that he needed to pick them up and put them back.
Which he responded to by.... kicking them across the aisle.
At this point my patience was just starting to get tested, which apparently he could pick up on because he decided to kick it up a notch and run away from me down the aisle. I more sternly ask him to stop and come back to help me pick up the band-aids. He turned around and (with a twinkle in his eye - I swear I saw it) he started running back towards me and right into the display of bladder leak pads like a line backer on Sundays in the Fall.
|Is this really happening?|
He continued running... now with a full on giggle. He was so proud of himself, and I was just stunned. I couldn't do anything except stand there and laugh. And take a photo of course because I wasn't sure anyone would believe that this was actually happening. This was also the point I started to look around and make sure that I wasn't on a bad reality TV show and didn't know it.
I think because I was laughing and scooped him up (before he got away) he got out of defiant toddler mode and really looked at me. I didn't get upset and I didn't have to - I smiled and asked him to help me pick it all up and he did. He even picked up the band-aids and helped put them back on the shelf.
The rest of the trip in the store was uneventful and we were able to check out without destroying any more displays or more veiled insinuations about my continence.