Depot Depot

Today Jase, Charlie and I went to Depot Depot (aka Home Depot). Jase was talking to two employees who were NOT Olympic athletes (I guess if they were, they would be in Beijing - but based on the beer gut and neck tattoo, I think I would be pretty safe in saying that even if it wasn't August 2008) I had to distract Charlie, to keep him from yelling, "Daddy, whatcha doin?" 73 times.

Charlie decided he wanted to push the cart. By himself. "Charlie do it, Mommy." Since it was Monday afternoon and not crowded I figured this was the perfect distraction.

We turned to go down an aisle ("Turn left, Mommy!") and he was pushing so slowly, paying such attention. His little tongue was sticking out of his mouth in concentration. But it still was veering way to the left.

Eventually, he crashed it into the shelves. He looked at me, and clear as a bell, said, "That wasn't supposed to happen."