Today the god of child rearing tested us...and we failed!
We headed to Lowe's, the hardware store, to pick up some stuff for our house. As we walked out of the store, we realized we might have gotten carried away. How were we going to fit the lumber in our Subaru Legacy?
We were SO pre-occupied with this dilemma that, for a brief minute, we lost track of our surroundings. As I guided the front end of the lumber into the passenger's seat, I remembered hearing a shopping cart go by. Then I heard my husband yell "Oh shit!"
I turned around just in time to see our shopping cart start rolling down the inclined parking lot straight for a busy street. With Jacob inside it! While my husband sped to catch the cart, a good samaritan intercepted it and rolled it back towards us. We took our cart back and profusely thanked the stranger, who had an infant in his car. As he walked away, I could have sworn I heard him mutter under his breath: "amatuers..."
After that experience, we felt more than a little embarassed and had a hard time looking our oblivious, smiling son in the face. I think we learned a lesson here...