Cookies and balloons are both nice little treats that would make a trip to the grocery store a coveted outing for any two year old. So why not just leave it at that? But no, the store had to try even harder, so they got these giant grocery carts that are shaped like race cars. The kids get to sit in the driver's seat and pretend to drive the cart. In this picture Jackson is mad at me because I'm insisting on taking his picture while he wants to be "driving":
Sounds like a good idea, right? Um, no. These monster carts are so hard to maneuver that you must never forget an item because you cannot back-up or turn around. At least once a visit I cause a big traffic jam in an aisle because this cart is so huge it blocks everyone's way. Plus, the end of it is so far in front of me that I invariably push out of the aisle in front of some poor unsuspecting person and then I have to apologize profusely because, remember, I can't turn around or back up. Every time we go to the store I say a silent prayer that all the car carts will be taken. This has only happened twice, but I can keep praying.Despite the trials and tribulations of the car cart, I continue to use them because I've seen the alternative: the kid sized cart! The last thing we need is Jackson careening around the grocery store with his own cart while pulling random items off the bottom shelf of each aisle. I've heard that the next big thing coming to upscale grocery stores are car carts that come with little TVs for kids to watch while you shop. In my life before parenthood, I might have said that this was a terrible idea, but I have to say I am starting to see the appeal...
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At our grocery store it's the car carts (same brand, same AWFUL maneuverability), balloons, and suckers. I tell Ana we're going to the grocery store and she says, "I get a balloon and a lollipop!" Problem is, we often go to a DIFFERENT store. So I bought my own lollipops for use at other stores. Yep...pushover, right here. :)
Those darn car carts are miserable! You described my shopping trip to a T when pushing one of those obnoxious things up and down aisles. I came home beyond exhausted and with my arms sore! We now enter the store at the other side when I know the car carts aren't kept. NEVER AGAIN! ( Unless Daddy's with us, he can deal with it... especially when he just laughs at me when I tell him how horrific my experience was! )
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