The Sexy Shopping Cart

On the heels of BD DVD weekend, delving into all the movie stuff is too complicated for me right now. In case you didn't already know, I'm so peturbed about there being no deleted scenes on the DVDs. If you've listened to Bill's audio he goes on and on about having filmed a few extra scenes and maybe if we are all lucky they might show up on a director's cut some day. And maybe if you are lucky Bill, I'll still care about seeing them at that point.

Lame.

Moving on to the sad news yesterday of Whitney Houston. Just recently I heard a report that she wanted to make a 'Waiting to Exhale 2' and I thought that was a good idea, a really good move. She needed to get back to something positive and the first one was a great movie and role for her. But after hearing the news I can't help but think of her daughter. I used to watch the Bobby and Whitney reality show. Yes. I. Did. And in one episode I remember her telling her daughter that when she got married how much they would do up the wedding. It has always stuck with me, so as a mother my heart breaks that Whitney won't get that chance for her daughter's wedding some day.

Speaking of being a mother...I have to tell a mini story. She's only five and I shelter her, a lot. The kid loves Twilight, yes, but we don't let her watch too many commercials. We try to keep any racy, scary, and guns images to a minimum but she knows about the bad stuff and brings it up looking for our reaction.

I hate those grocery carts at the store with the car attached to the front of them.

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I let mini sit in one of those once and it was the biggest pain in the ass to steer around corners and through the aisles. I was taking out displays at every end of the aisle and afterward I told myself never again. So mostly I take her to a store with a kids playroom inside and drop her off there while I shop to avoid the car-cart.

Then I happened to see or hear people in their early twenties talking with such fondness about riding around in those carts as kids and I realized I had overlooked the simple joy a child can get from riding in one of those stupid things and told myself that as a mom I needed to suck it up and let her ride in one once in a while. . . uhhh, if she spotted one and asked. (I wasn't going to go out of my way to find one.)

So here we are today as I drive up to a store without a little playroom to get just a few things and she spots one right away outside. I'm thinking okay sure. I'm at a relatively new store. The cart is moving along okay. It still doesn't maneuver the aisles too well, but mini is in it having a good time. And one thing you have to understand about mini, she's very aware of her admirers aka audience members aka just normal people doing their grocery shopping. She's honking her horn and sticks her head or feet out the sides of the car. She laughs loudly and waves. Lots of people wave to her or give her a little laugh or give me a little quip about what a great driver she is. Par for the course.

One of the worst things about the car is that if she talks I can't really hear her (plus my ears are so sore from being sick) and if I talk she can't hear me as long as we are moving along. We stop and I'm looking for something on a shelf I can't find. A few people have stopped around me and mini starts talking.

"Hey Mom, I can spell the word SQUEAK."

And you know how us moms are with our okay honey great as we are immersed in looking at labels.

Then I hear " ---- E X Y"

Uhhhh.what? I totally missed the first letter to this word even though by the way the young guy standing there with his girlfriend is laughing, I'm pretty sure I can fill in the blanks.

With that I push her into the next aisle then stop and crouch in front of her.

"Tell Mommy again how you spell SQUEAK."

In her little happy way she turns and shows me where letters have been written in pen on the back of the car that reads "S E X Y."

The young couple walks by again laughing as they look at me and mini as the blood drains from my face.

Yeah, I'm going to need to hear stories about the kids in your life as dumb as this to make me feel better.