Earlier this week, I took S (age 3) and T (18 months) with me to the grocery store while E was at school.
The shopping trip was going remarkably smoothly, largely due to the fact that we scored the elusive “red car cart” at our local Kroger. S and T were ecstatic.
I was riding high too. In addition to scoring the red car cart, I actually found a “sani-wipes” dispenser that had “sani-wipes” in it. (Am I the only one for whom this is incredibly rare?)
Anyway, after I wiped down the cart and had a remarkably successful foray through aisles 1 and 2, my wave of good feeling was interrupted as I searched for taco seasoning on aisle 3. The interruption came from S who yelled at full volume, “MOM!!! LOOK!!! T is holding A BEER!!!”
And indeed, it appeared he was!
S, a responsible older sister, immediately took it from him.
I, a responsible parent, immediately took a picture of her. (What? You think I should have taken the beer?)
Here’s the photo. T is clearly irritated that his drink has been taken. S is clearly saying “Cheers!”
Anyway, I was all curious about why the store would have beer on such a low shelf on an aisle next to the taco seasoning (i.e. where any kid could grab it!), but it turns out it was actually a bottle of Malta Goya, which google assures me is not alcoholic.
If only I could go back and tell that to all the people on aisle 3 who were, ahem, “admiring” my parenting as I snapped away with my cell phone camera.
They should know that I was documenting my children’s choice to go for the non-alcoholic, high in vitamin B, carbonated beverage.
(Let’s not focus on the fact that when they grabbed it, they thought it was beer!)