For the most part, I think my children are well behaved. They sit quietly at church, they remember their polite words at gymnastic and piano, and they even open doors for others when we go to the library. But some how shopping is a different story. Anya by herself is a great shopper. She gets a little crazy dancing to the in-store music at times but she stays with me, helps me shop, and when we're done with one store she asks if we can go to another. Talmage on the other hand is the ring leader for the wild things. He tells Anya to play hide and seek with him when I look the other way, and she listens. He makes up games like lets pretend we are riding motorcycles all over the store-- loud motor cycles. Two wild things are so much harder to keep track of than one. He is the kind of kid that loves the inside of racks, and between all the clothes better than the isles. He takes off his shoes in the shoe department and tries on all the heels-- the higher the heels and noisier (if there's a hard floor) the better. Once when we were in a store too fancy for our income, he wondered off and while we were looking for him he brought back a manikin's hand. He had unscrewed it and thought it was the funniest thing. I was so embarrassed, I left the store with Anya and made Talmage and Aaron go hunting for the manikin with the missing hand so they could put it back on.
After taking both kids to 5 different stores today (Talmage needed dress shoes) I was getting pretty grouchy. I don't know how many times I had to count to almost three before the kids came out of hiding. When we got home I remembered the things we did to my parents while shopping. Things like Taylor getting his shoe lace caught in the escalator. Hiding in the stacks of tires at Costco. I too was a clothing rack hider-- I particularly loved the circle ones. All five of us waddling in a straight line (oldest to youngest) like ducks behind mom all through the store, stopping when she stopped, going when she went and trying to look as ridicules as possible. So I'm thinking, two wild things have got to be easier than five. I think I'll start counting my blessings. One... two... three... ok someones in time out!
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I'm sorry because this is another one of those times in life where what you write is so much funnier than experiencing it in real life, especially the manequin story. That had to be mortifying at the time. The only time I was ever a clothing rack hider was one time in 9th grade, I think, when I was out with friends at the mall and we were playing Hide and Seek in Target. They asked us nicely to leave. Too old really to get away with that, but it's nice to have a little rebellious story under my belt.
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