On Saturday I had a bit of shopping to do in one of those large shopping centres so I shlepped you with in a rare episode of malling on a Saturday. After you patiently got pushed around while I bought some shoes, I thought I’d give you your turn by going to Toys R Us for you to hang out and play with some stuff.
We trawled the aisles, you found interest in some stuff (and pointed to all the Hello Kitty stuff and said “kitteeee” – could I be any prouder?) and then we hit The Aisle, the one with the cars, mini tractors, trikes and bikes. Your face lit up, and if you were in a movie, fireworks would have gone off with symphony music playing in the background.
You literally stepped into a car and stayed there for half an hour, steering, and “driving” backwards and forwards (your feet actually do the week since you walk the car). I decided that since this was the best thing since milk, CBeebies and Talking Tom, I’d get it for you for your birthday.
And Max, if I could have taken it out of the shop with you still in it, I would have. But it had to bought in a box, and removed, and while I knew it would be tough to extract you from it when it was time to leave, I was not prepared for the onslaught of tears and sadness when we left. You were gutted. And even though we walked to the car with a big box with your car in pieces, it didn’t translate as the coolest-ever vehicle I cruelly pulled you out of.
Ten minutes later (though in real terms this is more like 45 minutes when you’re a mom) you had calmed down, thanks in no small part to the tub of rosa tomatoes you ate after hollering for them as we went past the vegetable section.
It was an awesome buy and I hope it brings you many happy steps and times. This morning, I came home to find you in your car, watching CBeebies and eating tomatoes. The ultimate trifecta.
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