Walking into Wal-Mart with Aaron is like opening a box of Cracker Jacks. You never know what the surprise inside will be.
I sure do have some Wal-Mart stories. Like the Valentine nightie story. Maybe I should share that one yet again since we’re in that time of the year. And yes, Aaron has seen some sexy little lingerie hanging in our local Wal-Mart, but I gave him THE look and walked briskly away with him trailing behind before he could say more than:
“MOM!! LOOK!! BRAS!!”
I made a mad dash for the electronics section then since I knew Aaron would follow me there…because as much as he was fascinated with those BRAS, he does love those shelves full of games and movies.
I almost always give Aaron a few instructions as we walk into Wal-Mart, especially if he wants to branch off on his own…heading to electronics, of course. Or the snack aisle.
Aaron, don’t run.
Aaron, don’t make funny noises…and yes, that includes farting noises.
Aaron, don’t ask the Wal-Mart associate for help a dozen times.
Aaron, if you do ask the Wal-Mart associate for help, don’t begin by saying, “HEY!!!”
Aaron, not everyone wearing blue is a Wal-Mart associate. Please don’t ask multiple random people for help.
There are a few other guidelines that I wish I had given Aaron in the past, but the past is in the past, right?
Aaron, please don’t pull a box of cereal out of the lower row of that huge cereal display at the end of the aisle.
Aaron, please don’t make the fox whistle, especially when there are multiple couples nearby…including men with big muscles, you know.
Aaron, please don’t keep flashing the peace sign at every security camera you see.
And this one especially:
Aaron, please don’t sing the last line of the last song you heard in the van. Repeating “Man!! I feel like a woman!!” over and over was a bit much for me.
This past Friday, Aaron and I made our weekly Wal-Mart excursion and of course Aaron wanted to venture off in his own direction. Soon, I saw him up ahead in the snack aisle. He saw me coming and immediately he did this:
He just held his arm out there for the world to see…and they did.
He did NOT want to be interrupted in his private quest for the best and the most snacks he could round up without Mom’s interference and unwanted input.
Oh Aaron, you do make me laugh!
And at least you weren’t singing or whistling!!