I went to Smiths today, but I went at 1:00.... naptime! Bad Idea, I know! So I rushed through grabbing the things we needed the MOST! I wanted to avoid a melt down!
So far so good....
UNITL....
The Checkout!
Now someone please explain why something about the check out stand means run away.
Ugh! So I pick up my runaway child, and that did it! You moms out there know what I mean! The kicking, screaming, "the world is ending" kind of fit! Joy.
{Of course I got death glares from half the people around me... Listen old grumpy man in the aisle NEXT to me, I AM TRYING HERE OK!! And I am not holding up your line! So enough with the glares and scoffs! Besides I stood behind you at the deli and you took a freaking year to decide what kind of ham you wanted!}
Ok, moving on to the point of the story! Of course this is all happening as my things are being rung up. So I know in about 1 minute I have to stop the wrestling match, pull out my credit card, enter my pin, answer all the stupid "cash back?" "is this amount ok?" blah blah blah!
I tried it all... "Jaxon do you want a treat? Do you want your juice? Where's lightning mcqueen? Jaxon stop, that's enough."
All the sudden the cashier lady says "Jaxon, do you want a sticker?"
This threw us both off guard, 1. because she used his name and 2. because let's be honest, she looked a little mean!
IMMEDIATELY Jaxon STOPS. everything... no crying, whining, kicking, screaming. This angelic face appears saying "Sticky, Sticky, Sticky!" (sticker) And he sat in the cart the rest of the time quietly playing with his "sticky'!
Thank you check out lady at Smiths! You saved what was left of my sanity! :)
As we were leaving, I told Jaxon to say thank you. Instead he blew her a kiss!