Yesterday, poor Knox had to run errands with me throughout the course of the entire day. It was one of those days where we had to run in and out of a bunch of different places... you know what I mean. Like grab some swim trunks for Tate at Old Navy (because he starts lessons this week), then get some ink cartridges for the printer at Best Buy, then pick up a couple things at Hallmark, and of course, our weekly trip to Target. Tate got to stay home with Daddy, but Knox had to come with us because the big boys were working in the garage and Knox tends to like to run down to the end of the driveway. So we had a Mommy and Knox day!
Knox was a real trooper (like usual), and we were about halfway through Target (our last stop) when he spotted some Goldfish in the cracker aisle. It's amazing how a little boy who can't really talk sure can explain to his mom what he wants! So anyway, I grabbed the crackers and opened them up so he could munch on them while we finished shopping. He was quite happy and had full cheeks for the remainder of our trip.
When it was time to check out, we went to our "usual" check out girl - is that bad that we have a "usual?" - and started our familiar small talk. I found out that she is a junior at a Plano high school and that she actually went to the elementary school I teach at for a couple of years. So we got busy chatting about which teachers were still there and which had left... that's when we heard a very large "WHOOOOOOOSH!!!!!" We looked over and Knox had taken the full bag of Goldfish and dumped the entire thing onto his lap, the cart, and the floor. Oops. He just looked up at me with wide eyes and continued to eat the crackers off of his lap. No big deal I guess.
I apologized over and over again as our check out girl called someone over to help clean it all up and then we quickly made our escape... leaving a nice trail of orange fish behind us.
Later in the afternoon, the boys were playing outside, while I was ordering a pizza for dinner. I went out to check on them and found they had dumped out all the containers of bubbles they could find out there and Knox was happily splashing around in them. He was a big, soapy mess! Tate and his friend who was over thought it was pretty funny... which, I guess, it was until Knox decided to rub his hands in his eyes. He was soon screaming at the top of his lungs as I washed off his hands, arms, and eyes in the kitchen sink.
Poor little guy! First spilled Goldfish, then bubbles in his eyes. Oh, the life of a little boy!
Tracy
1 comment:
haha! We have a usual checkout girl too! :) that makes me feel better:) I can just picture Knox with his cheeks stuffed with crackers. SO cute!
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