While Kate was working yesterday, me and all three boys ran one fun errand and one grocery shopping errand.
Braeden got his first fishing pole for his birthday, so Dadda took him to an outdoor store to get a few things. My leg has been bothering me, so I stayed in the car. (Dr. appointment today to see if it's "normal" in the recovery mode). He was enthralled with an entire huge store filled fishing and hunting and camping stuff. And guns. REAL guns. Bullets. Scopes. So many guns!
Off to Walmart for restocking the pantry. Again, I stayed in the car. Imagine my surprise when Braeden walks out ahead of Dadda, carrying a box of cookie cereal and a box of candy. Not in a bag. I let him in and asked if Dad and Deacon were right behind him. Nope. I couldn't find them so I will meet them here with you Gramma. Well .... I decided to wait to get the whole story from Dad.
Oh my. Was Dad MAD. Never leave a place without your parents or the person who brought you. Ask a worker for help. Next time you will have to sit in the cart with your brother. Dad was so mad, I suggested I take Braeden and the stolen merchandise back inside to apologize. The Customer Service guy was SOOOO nice and understanding. Mr. B cried a little bit at the end and said he "didn't mean to be a stealer who goes to jail."
For the ten minute drive home, we all had conversations about stranger danger and taking things before paying.
Scared me to death!