Oh, the Horror

I talked my poor brother into going with me and three kids to Walmart the other day. Notice I didn't say MY three kids, just three kids. In a flash of brilliance I decided to swap Allie with one of Emmie's little friends while we went to the store so both girls spend time with their buddies. So . . .

Let's call Emmie's friend, oh, I don't know. How about Jane? So once inside Walmart Emmie and "Jane" are giggling and running away from the cart constantly. Now I KNOW "Jane's" mom is always right on top of her kids with training and everything, and I know her daughter was just taking advantage of the situation of not having mom there. But I was still a little surprised because I've never had ANY trouble with "Jane" in the past. I tell Emmie's friend that she can call Jared "Uncle Jared" if she wants, but she settles on calling him "Mister". It's pretty cute when she asks him "What kind of cereal do you like, Mister?" and so on. Fast forward to check-out, forty-five minutes later.

The girls decide to help bag groceries. I'm already completely at my wit's end after trying to herd two 4-year-old girls and a busy 2-year-old boy. I can literally feel the steam coming off the checker as she tries to work around four little roving hands. My brother graciously offers to take the kids a few feet away and distract them. (Thank you Jared!) So I finish up paying and start heading to Jared and the kids, only now I can see a horrified look on his face. "Jane" had taken off once more, and she was FAST. Since I didn't see which way she went it was up to Jared to go after her.

He luckily caught up to her before she made it any further than the women's clothing, but when he said, "C'mon, you need to come with me," she belted out, "I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU, MISTER!"

Yeah.

There were a couple of older women standing nearby who looked at him like they were about ready to call security. Poor Jared. He said he never knew what it was like to feel like a child molester until that moment. I happened to catch up with him then and was wondering what the miserable look on his face was all about and why he was standing next to "Jane" but not bringing her back to us. We made it out of the store without any trouble, but I'm sure gonna think twice before I go back!