I never use my double stroller. It's hard to open, too bulky, and annoying. I think tonight may have changed my mind.
I went to Walgreens to pick up some prints for the Will's baby album. I got there too early and had 10 minutes to wait. I had Will in his stroller and I was holding Bennett on my hip. 10 minutes was way too long to hold her and walk around the store so I let her walk. I found a few things that I needed and I put them in Will's stroller. I laughed at the bottle of shampoo laying next to his face and so I said, "Thank you, Will," I picked up a pack of gum and laid it on his belly. I said, "Thank you, Will. Thank you for being my shopping cart." He laughed right back at me and told me in his own way that he didn't mind.
So I stop on the magazine aisle. I get distracted by what Paula Deen is cooking this holiday season. My eyes aren't glued on Bennett, but I can hear her giggling and talking right beside me so I read all about a butternut squash casserole.
Then I hear Bennett saying, "Thank you, Will. Thank you, Will. Thank you, Will." I should have put away my magazine, but I thought she was just playing with him. When they finally called my name to let me know that my pictures were ready, I put down my magazine, looked down at the stroller, and gasped. I couldn't see Will. Well, I couldn't see his face. I saw two arms, two legs, a Hershey bar, a Teen Beat magazine, a tube of toothpaste, some chocolate covered almonds, and various other items that Bennett had piled on top of Will. As I realized what was going on she brought a huge bag of cotton balls over to the stroller and put it on top of the rest of her loot. "Thank you, Will," she said.
I'm a bad influence. And she's going in the double stroller next time. And Will still smells like chocolate.
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