I miss shopping alone

Jeez, shopping with a one year-old is freaking exhausting. It kind of makes me nostalgic for the good old days when I just popped out his little pumpkin seat and stuck him on the top of the cart. Now, he’s grabbing for my wallet, pulling all the stuff out of my wallet, dropping the stuff from my wallet onto the floor, yelling when I take my wallet away, and generally being a pain in my behind.

‘Ah, just wait,’ you smile smugly. ‘Wait until he starts begging for every little item in the store.’

You know what? You’re right. He can keep the wallet.