Indiana Jack and the Grocery Store Adventure

This afternoon, Jack went with me to the grocery store.

When we got out of the car, he tried to climb up the rails where carts get parked. Then he jumped across the parking lot and into the store... through the exit door, which he timed very well considering it was an automatic-open-from-the-other-side door.

He immediately asked if he'd be getting the free cheese and free cookie they give out (no--too close to dinner time).

He burned his finger on the rotisserie chicken display.

He touched everything as he walked along. He tried to chip off ice from the inside of the refrigerated section for a little snack.

He jumped on the end of the cart and rode across the store to the cracker aisle. He BEGGED for pretzel chips. He BEGGED for Goldfish crackers. He BEGGED for frosted animal crackers. We got Wheat Thins. He's okay with Wheat Thins, but was not thrilled with the decision.

We headed for check-out.

While waiting in line, he fell off the end of the grocery cart then proceeded to rearrange the candy display (and BEGGED for Swedish Fish, peanut butter cups, and Bubble Yum). He climbed the ledge at the window and fell off. He pushed the buttons on the credit card machine and pulled open the little tray under the conveyor belt that catches the dirt (it looks like an ash tray, and I've gone 41 years without noticing this thing until Mr. Nosy found it). Then he climbed on the end of the cart again, head-butted the 12 pack of toilet paper 10 times, and BEGGED for quarters for the gumball machine (NO!).

He tried every gumball machine, hoping for a forgotten gumball, then he swung himself under the railing on the way out the door. He sniffed the chrysanthemums that were for sale outside of the store, then skipped across the parking lot, flung himself into the van through the rear door, and boosted himself over the rear seat.

And then he buckled himself in.