I have to admit that every now and then I get the urge to take a grandchild shopping with me.
Fortunately, I usually manage to shake off that urge.

I rate shopping right up there with tonsil removal. The only thing worse is taking children along with you.

Armed with this knowledge, you would think the answer to “Why don’t you take lil Lucy shopping with you today while I get my hair done?” would be a resounding NO! However, there comes a time in your life when everything you have learned about rearing children begans to fade.

One of my fading thoughts was, what it was like to take a child shopping. While those memories didn’t come back with a bang, they did come back with the whop of a Popsicle against the leg of my thirty dollar, dry clean only, slacks.

The morning of this fiasco started with a stroll through the mall. Of course, being a two year old, Lucy wanted everthing she saw. And, being a future woman, she wanted to touch every dress in the store.