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Shopping with Liam

Usually shopping with Liam consists of following behind him and putting back whatever he picks up, or taking things out of his hands. Sometimes, it is entertaining, as long as I don't plan on getting any shopping done.  Like a recent trip to get towels.
 


I take a quick look at Liam and there he is trying to figure out how to put on a yellow and black, polka-dot halter-top bikini.
Hmmm.. we're not in the main aisle, so noone can really see him.
I'll just let him play for a bit, so I can look around.
I look back.  Oh my, he's got the neck under one arm and one of the cups on his shoulder.  That's funny!

I look at the bottoms that go with the tunic top I've been looking at.  Oh good grief! Pull-on, elastic-waist pants?! I need to get a life!

We move on to towels after he gets tired playing around with the bikini top.

" You have to come down from there."
"Why?"
"Well this isn't a playground. These shelves aren't for climbing.  They can't take your weight."

 "Why?"
"Well honey, those shelves are not meant for you to climb on, they are meant for towels."

I look around (I do a lot of that), no assistant in sight.

"Ok, only to the second shelf."
"Ok, only to the next one and no more."
"Ok, that's the last one."

You get the picture.  Eventually I get him to leave his "ladder" because the towels are safe and do not need to be rescued by fire fighter Liam.

On our way out:


"Stop it honey, the clothes are supposed to stay on the model."
I hastily pull back up the panty on the underwear mannequin and look around.
Wheww, nobody nearby to think my little 2-year old is a pervert.
I mean, it's not his fault, the height is just what he can reach!

Well, I didn't actually get any towels on that trip, but all in all, he seemed to have a good time.

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