We are the proud owners of the letter A

As a parent, you might start out an optimist, but eventually, you become a realist. And it might happen several times. For me, it can happen every day. I start out the day as an optimist and, well, it can go downhill from there.

Like the day recently when I thought my son would be fine walking by my side (ha!) in the craft store so I could pick up a few tubes of paint.

The Man-cub remained cheerful through our quick trip but didn't exactly pay attention to me.

First, he was drawn to the candy display.

(Why is candy the first thing you see when you walk into a craft store?)

Then it was the strings of beads for making jewelry. Toddlers are naturally curious -- he had to run his fingers through them and shake them to hear them rattle.

Then it was the crayons.

Still looking for paint, we made unexpected detours to look at some toys, unpainted wooden boxes and colorful children's craft kits.

And then the Man-cub found the oversized foam letters.



Which apparently looked quite delicious and had to be tasted. And chewed on.

I just couldn't in good conscientiousness put this letter back in the bin.



So I picked up my son and his new letter A, walked outside where the shopping carts were located, placed him in the seat and finally found my paint.

I think I'll be realistic for a while longer and stick to the shopping cart as the ultimate toddler restraint.


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