So, I took the kids to Trader Joe’s this morning, something we do maybe once a month or less, simply because I would spend too much money if we went there any more often than that. Don’t get me wrong; some stuff is as cheap or cheaper there AND better quality, but lots of things are not.
The kids grabbed their little carts, and right after we walked in – I’m talking in the produce area – there was a 4 year-old-boy with a hideous cough shopping with his mom. And then the kid BARFS ALL OVER THE FLOOR. Not kidding. My kids’ eyes were bugging out of their heads by now, and I was repeatedly asking them to just look ahead and not stare at the train wreck. After I got my bearings straight, and got all I needed in that area while avoid the kid who just puked again, I corralled the kids at the end of the aisle and said, “Look. That kid just threw up all over the place, which is too bad but it happens. And we don’t want his germs, so let’s make this trip as quick as possible without running into my heels with your carts, OK?” They nodded in agreement. This was going on while store employees were cleaning up the mess and the mom had taken her kid to the restroom, changed his shirt, AND DECIDED TO CONTINUE SHOPPING. Because her little boy told her it was a “bad idea” to go home.
You can pick your jaw up off the floor now.
I probably don’t need to tell you that it took everything in my power not to say something to her (for the record, this is the second time in 10 days or so that I’ve had to bite my tongue so hard in a situation like this that I can’t believe it didn’t bleed). We kept criss-crossing them in the aisles, and Bennett especially was avoiding the kid like the plague (thankfully, without saying anything or giving dirty looks).
Obviously, there are
two three issues here troubling me:
1. Kid pukes and you keep shopping.
2. Kid tells you he doesn’t want to leave, and you listen to him. That’s stellar parenting. Way to go.
3. You had an extra shirt in your bag for your 4-year-old? Did you already know he was sick?
I Germ-X’ed everyone when we got back into the van, and prayed that we didn’t just catch something.
Then we stopped for gas on the way home, and I had to explain to the boys why it was such a poor decision for the woman at the pump in front of us to SMOKE A CIGARETTE while at the gas station. Are you kidding me???