Wednesday, December 16, 2009

On The Plus Side Now I Know What To Get Her For Christmas

Yesterday, after our little charge went home, I decided to load Baby into the stroller and walk to the grocery store for some baking necessities.

As soon as I pushed us in, and out of the wind, I realized that I had a rather large list and this wasn't a good trip to have brought the stroller.

I grabbed a hand basket and hooked it awkwardly on the stroller handle and then looked up, ready to proceed on, when I realized this stroller configuration actually made us too wide to pass by the checkers easily.

I had only one convenient option: go through the beer and wine section.

I don't know why but I felt trepidatious about doing that. I wasn't even going to be buying any alcohol but I felt it was weird and *wrong* to bring a stroller in there. Nothing would scream "raging alcoholic" out to all passersby like a mom pushing a stroller STRAIGHT TO THE BEER section at 1 PM.

Well... one thing might.

As soon as we get into the beer section, in full view of everyone lined up to check out,

Baby points emphatically and yells out at top volume...

"MOM, THAT'S MY FAVORITE!!!!!"

18 comments:

Supermom said...

HA HA!!!

Well, at least she knows what she likes!!!!

Gigs said...

Hilarious! Of course it's her favorite...its got the big first place ribbon right on the front! Very discerning, that baby.

Miss Theresa said...

Gotta just love those moments don't ya!!!

inkelywinkely said...

haahhaha..

Shirls said...

thats too funny! maybe you should come shop around these parts, no booze in grocery stores, actually I always feel funny in a US grocery store cause its there.. weird huh?

julie said...

Love it!

Torey said...

Seriously Baby? PBR? What, are you a frat boy?? I happen to know that there is WAY better beer available in Asheville.

I had the Furuious family pegged as beer snobs. . .huh. . .

Mr Furious said...

She's done that to me, too. And it doesn't feel any better at 8:30 p.m., either. That just makes it look like you ran out of booze during a binge, and had to run to the store...

Beer snobs? Hardly. Whenever a guest provides "good" beer, the leftovers sit in the fridge for a year until I pour it out.

I like my beer cheap and weak—if I can't read through it, I don't want it. (And I don't want it very often, anyway).

Andrea said...

its times like this I live for!

funderson said...

atta girl! Nothing like a good Pibber..

BsOnlyToots said...

Hahahahahaha! Baby is hilarious!

Smitty said...

I like my beer cheap and weak—if I can't read through it, I don't want it.

That sound you hear is the sound of my heart being torn from my chest.

I feel betrayed.

Mrs. Smitty said...

At a recent family holiday I walked by a room to hear Smitty Jr say "want a beer? I can get you one"

My son, the host with the most. At least it was in the privacy of my home, but there was a lot of family in that room.

He's also told a friend of ours how to cap beer bottles. But at least he adds that "beer is for adults, I just pretend".

Marie said...

AHA..so the secrets out on how you manage 5 toddlers/babies..."special" sippies!! :)

Nutmeg said...

That is worse than what felt pretty bad to me which was walking through the grocery store, talking to E about the things on our list and what we need (you know, just making conversation) and he said... "Do we need wine?"

Mrs Furious said...

Nutmeg,
LOL

Jen said...

LOL. When my son was about 4 and we were in the row of "feminine needs," my son pointed to the Tampax and said, "MOMMY, CATCH YOUR FLOW!" very loud...
I was mortified!

Chris Howard said...

You've got to nip that in the bud if you don't want her to end up like her dad. I'll send up a 6-pack of Dogfish Head. That'll get her started on the right path.

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