“Customer Danielle, please report to Customer Service. Your son is waiting.”
That was yesterday in Wal Mart, after I thought we could just dash in for five minutes to pick up a few items from the Christmas and toys sections. In less than ten minutes, I’d lost my youngest child, and was frantically lapping the bicycles and barbies. To his credit, he found a Wal Mart employee, told him he was lost, and that his mom’s name was Danielle. So, that’s good, right? Still…I think I shaved five years off my life in those five minutes.
But these kinds of things happen to everyone, don’t they???