Now, these carts are the biggest pains to push. You bump the aisles, almost always knock something down, and run into people. But ...Samuel loves it and his precious brain cells are not being diminished by the evils of Barney.
When we were checking out, the cashier asked me why we didn't get one of the TV carts. I, trying not to sound too snobby, told her it was against my philosophy as a parent. She said she agreed but has enjoyed not having to clean up after kids gone wild in the candy aisles or hearing kids screaming while their parents try to shop. My kids have screamed while I've shopped, quite a few times. It's a rite of passage as a parent. So, no, I won't let my kids sit in a TV cart during our shopping trips in the future.
Where's Samuel now? He's watching the very educational show called Sponge Bob Square Pants because he was driving me insane and I wanted some peace and quiet..... I figured it was worth the two or three brain cells he's currently loosing. How's that for parental philosophy?
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