So I went to the store and bought the kids some harnesses cleverly disguised as animal backpacks. Here they are proud of themselves.There was no way I was going to let my kids be in danger again. Then came the trip to the local grocery store...
I guess what bothers me the most is that total strangers can be so judgmental! I get the stares... you know the ones... that let me know they don't approve of kid-leashes. But then again, I get the same looks when Sam throws one of his famous fits. Their eyes just scream, "Can't you control your kids!" But in this certain instance they were looking at me like I should be the one wearing the harness. I just say to myself, they don't know me. They don't know my boys. Better safe than sorry, Cat. Just keep your head up!
Continuing on, so I took the boys to the grocery store, to get a few food items. I like to go this certain store because their produce is really fresh, and the kids get to ride in a really cool car-cart. Since I went by myself, I made them wear their backpack-leashes. They were fine with it... even if some of the other people were not. As we were checking out, the bagger boy asked me about the backpack-leashes. I explained to him that my kids run away from me in parking lots and stores, and I assured him, like I did every curious person, that they liked it.
All went well until we got to the car. Just as I was opening the trunk -- the kids still in the cart -- the cart-pusher guy came over to us. He asked me if I was done with the cart. Now, I get a little irritated when people ask me dumb questions with an obvious answer. But I took a deep breath and politely pointed out that I still had bags, and children to put away. He told me he would wait. Stubborn as I am, I refused to be hurried. So I took my time putting my bags away, and wheeled the cart to Nephi's side of the car. The cart-pusher had ants in his pants and kept staring at me with a frown. Then he asked me the question, "Why do you put leashes on your kids?" For the millionth time that morning I told him... and it crossed my mind that I should have a tee shirt made that said, "Yes, my kids wear leashes! Mind your own business!" But I am just too nice I guess to be rude.
Anyway, he just snorted at me like old men do, which he was, and I leaned down (Sammy still in the cart) to buckle in Nephi. Just as I looked up, I saw Sammy running passed me to the front of the car. Furious, I dashed after him and caught him just as he was entering the danger zone. I looked back at my cart where I had left him, and it was gone. Joe Cart-Pusher was walking off with it. I was irate!! How dare he take my kid out of the cart! Who gave him the right to even TOUCH him!! If I didn't have the kids with me I would have marched right back in and given him a piece of my mind. Instead I jumped back in my car, headed home, and called my dear husband.
He was more angry then I was! He actually called the store and talked to the manager about it. The manager, bless his heart, was mortified!! I wish I had looked at his name tag, but I had been trying to ignore him. Ben described the man to him, and he thinks that the manager knew who it was. Anyway, the manager promised that it would never happen again. I hope it won't, because I really like that store!
Update: I still shop there, and haven't had any problems since. I do, however, have a crusty look I keep just for him, when I see him... and I do