So, yes; we had a bad go at the store
last week. That little incident, however, seems like a nap in a field of lilies compared to the very next day at Ikea
. See, I eventually figured it wasn't so dreadfully important to get baskets right then, in the middle of a temper tantrum, and I did
take her home and
list her on eBay
give her a bottle and put her to bed. I thought that we could try again, the next day, after a good nights' sleep and a yummanummy
Wanna guess how well that went?
We tried Ikea
. What kid doesn't like Ikea
? My kid, that's who. If you haven't been to an Ikea
, how is works is that you find the thing you want and then you go pick it up at the stock area right by the checkout. 3of3 found this:
It's cute and she really could use something like that to lug around her permanent markers and dead insects. And she had a blast pushing it around while I looked for something to get the boys to put their bags and mittens and hats in, because I LIKE the floor in my front entry way and I would like to see it again sometime this century. I was totally
going to buy it for her.
Have you ever tried explaining to a toddler that they have put a toy away and go get another one, in a box, somewhere else?
Um, that doesn't work. She screamed for 30 minutes straight.
The difference between Walmart* and Ikea is that no matter where you are in Walmart, you can find a straight line out in 5 seconds or less. Ikea, however, is a labyrinth. You cannot take a straight line anywhere in Ikea. A full grown adult comes out of Ikea looking like this: Try getting out of Ikea with a demon-possessed kid flung over your shoulder (because that's the only way to protect your face from punches and kicking and stuff). It's not the funnest fun ever. It took me 30 minutes to get out, but at least this time I started for the door immediately. At one point, we passed a mom with a small baby and, I'd guess, a 4 year old. The 4 year old pointed at my ape of a child and said, "Mommy, look at that baby!" The mom did the embarrassed-shush-her-kid thing and I looked at the little girl, smiled, and said, "See, honey, this is how not to act at the store." She nodded a very serious nod to me and that was that.
We made it out basket-less, toy-less, and almost in tears.
I tell you that all to tell you this; you won't be seeing me in public for a while. This kid is officially grounded until college.
*Shut up; I know. But I'm in Canada. We don't have Target.