C-isms

Shopping with Little C and Baby Honey is always an adventure.  But yesterday was a fast paced one!  I've gotten a little more bold and tried to squeeze an errand inbetween Honey's 12:30 nap and school pickup.  I have about 30 minutes to get them both in the car, drive to my location, complete the errand, get them back in the car and drive to the school.  It's a challenge.  Especially with Mr. "I do it!  I do it!" himself.  Yesterday's was a quick trip to Winco (a 12 minute drive away) to get groceries for dinner for two families.  As I was rushing through the store, Little C, who was in the cart, was giggling at how much Honey's cheeks were bouncing while he was "on my tummy" (in the Bjorn).

After running out to the car and unloading (at that point it was dismissal time and I still had to drive 12 minutes back to our neighborhood) I was attempting to put the cart back in the cart return.  Just a note.  I never look for the nearest spaces to the store.  Ever since seeing a horrible video of a mother returning her cart while hijackers stole her car and baby in it, I look for the spaces right next to a cart return.  Even if that means parking in the back 40.  But I digress.  I pushed the cart into the cart return and turned around to tell C to get his buns his seat when he giggled:

Little C:  Look Mom! (he points at the cart return where the cart is rolling into oncoming traffic).

Me:  (push the cart back and turn back around)

Little C:  (giggling)  Look Mom! (cart is again rolling out of the return and into traffic)

Me:  (really shove it in this time and point my finger at the cart)  Stay there!  See C, the cart finally listened to me.

Little C:  (pointing at the sign above the cart return that reads: Please return shopping carts here) Silly mom.  See dat sign?  It says, 'Carts-do-not-talk.'"

Silly me.

Today, in the same tiny time slot, I was at the bank to retrieve some needed paperwork for our loan (holy cow, this loan process is long!).  To keep Little C quiet, I gave him a penny to hold out of my wallet.

Little C:  Mom!  Mom!  (holding up the penny to my face)  Is dat Heavenly Father?"

P.S.  Today, when I was again 10 minutes late for pickup, the principal made a pointed effort of checking her watch in front of my car.  Alright, alright.  No more errands between naps.  Dang it.  I feel like tattooing on my forehead:  I'M TRYING MY BEST!