Going to the grocery store seems like it would be an easy thing to experience. It was easy for us at one time. Then we had children. Cale is at the age where he's pretty good in the store. We don't really have to worry about him.
Peyton, on the other hand, turns into a demon child when we are in the store. It's like the moment we cross the doorway, he transforms into a human wrecking ball. He's running and screaming, grabbing things off of shelves, knocking into people, laying on the floor, dancing and talking to random people. Because of his erratic and always questionable behavior, he gets one chance to behave. If he misbehaves then Eric will pick him up and sit him on the seat in the basket. Nine out of ten times, he ends up in the basket. The sad part is, it happens so much, if he doesn't end up in the basket I start wondering if he is starting to get sick.
This morning we were making breakfast and Peyton and I were talking about some stuff we would need when we went to the store next. He got all excited and said that he would go with me.
Then he looked at me and whispered, "Daddy can't go because he puts me in the basket."
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