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!!!!!"
