Unearthing your Toddler from beneath the piles of toys which can be a certain must on forcing journeys to keep toddlers tantrum free, you unclip him from the car seat, find the dummy which quickly plug the ground shattering wails of protest and run for cover of the supermarket before some do goader whips out their cellphone and stores you to Social Services for child cruelty. Driving again This time it is the dreaded trolley, along with your furry friend in the driving seat, propped up high and in full view of all the overly sugary too greasy too chocolaty and just about everything that is not in your well prepared list of items to get. However, said trolley was cursed and would not move any way that you want it to move so in desperation you compromise and just take left hand turns, carefully trying to avoid running to the trio of pensioners catching up on their weekly gossip round the dairy aisle.
Toddler is in Possession of a family sized packet of crisps by means of a gagging order and you are now managing to load up the trolley with everything on the list and what your toddler has pointed at since the holding breath until they turn blue trick can be somewhat tricky to describe to the first aiders rushing to his rescue. Let’s face it which would think he did that because you refused to buy him a week’s supply of chocolate snacks and oven chips. Those bog offs looked attractive and you are confident you will figure out how to eat 6 lbs. of apples until they go even if you wind up making applesauce and chutneys. You sure your mother in law has a recipe. The food service delivery bakery aisle and oh smells so good that you cannot help loading up on these delights. Cheese wrapped baguette clutched in his coated paws and your toddler approves you go off.
Half an hour to the Queue with just three people before you, your toddler beams a smile, turns his crumbed face towards you and says his word: marmite. And you realize with complete horror that on your desperation to have this torturous delivery excursion over with as fast as humanely possible, you have forgotten the main part of your toddlers food delivery diet and today you have got the unenviable choice between leaving your toddler at accountable for the numerous pierced, long haired chap behind you, who’s vigorously nodding his head and champing his chewing gum in time to something incomprehensible he is listening to whilst you make a frantic dash searching for the marmite, just as soon as the checkout operative decides to accelerate because it’s almost time to go home or do you go home yourself minus the main product.