What kind of mother lets her kid crawl out of the Old Navy shopping cart onto a table of tank tops? The type who quiets her infant with a bottle of Dr. Pepper while her older kid runs barefoot in the store? SURE.
Or me.
I was so engrossed in finding the perfect pair of flip-flops for Madeline I didn't notice the little guy making a break for it. Until he was halfway across the table and tank tops were everywhere.
Why can't he be happy to sit still and watch his sister try on clothes? Doesn't that sound fun? Apparently not, if you're a boy.
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