Or the woman who gave it to Zack in line at the grocery store this afternoon.
Zack gets a lot of attention when we go to the store. No doubt, he’s cute (well, I’m partial, I guess) and the old ladies love making him laugh. He gives them his almost toothless grin and they get a kick out of it. Today, a lady who works there, a lady I see all of the time and who always seems to be right there cleaning the floor around me, was making Zack laugh while we were in line. Then she disappeared.
She came back with a balloon. At first Zack doesn’t know what to do with it, then by the time I’m done unloading the cart into the car, he has figured out how to actually touch the balloon and play with it. So when I pick him up out of the cart to put him into the car, he cries when the balloon doesn’t come with him. At first I was going to give him the balloon to play with on the way home, but then I changed my mind. I didn’t want him to pop it, only to scare the crap out of him (and me) and hurt our ears. So the balloon didn’t make it in the back with him.
Oh my God…for the 10 minutes it takes to get home, crying. Then at home while I unload the groceries and he’s in his pack n’ play, crying. Then while in the rocking chair, crying. A total of 35 minutes of crying, all because of that damn balloon.
I mean, who the hell gives a baby a balloon anyways? Without asking the mom first? Or at all? All I could think of was, why? WHY did she give him the stupid balloon. WHY??
Finally he went to sleep.
I guess it also doesn’t help that his second top tooth is breaking through, also.
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