Target Trip

I love Target.  I really do.  I enjoy it when I have to make trips there.  Peter doesn't enjoy it when I have to make trips there because I spend money.  But, alas, there are times when you have to.

So, Peter and I had to make a quick trip into Target a few weeks ago.  When I go anywhere with the kids, I try to corral them in one cart so I am not chasing after anyone.  We did that during our recent trip.  The only problem is that Owen didn't want to be pushed in the cart; he wanted to walk.  We told him that would be okay as long as he stayed with us.  Of course, he didn't.  He stopped to play with toys.  He ran away.  He climbed out of the cart when we put him back in.  You get the picture.

After having enough of his mischief, I tell Peter I will take Owen to the car and he can check out with Vance and Elsa.  Owen doesn't like this idea.  The entire way to the car, while I am carrying him haphazardly, he is screaming "I WANT MY DADDY" and kicking me.  It absolutely looked like I was kidnapping him.  I can only imagine what the people who were walking into the store thought.

I get him to the car and put him down for a second so I can unlock the doors.  He darts off into the parking lot trying to get back into the store, while screaming "I WANT MY DADDY".  Luckily, there were no cars when he made his break.  And, that Peter came out a minute later.  And, most of all, I'm lucky no one decided to call the police.  That probably would have ruined Target for me.