I took the munchkin to the High Street yesterday while I took care of all those annoying errands that had piled up over the long weekend.
She’s been stuck at home a lot with me recently, while I battled the worst of my morning sickness, so I decided to let her have a bit of a runabout in the local shopping centre.
We went on the obligatory Iggle Piggle ride, then Big Sis spotted the toy store. ‘Ooooooooh!’ she squealed, running towards the doors. I trailed behind her, watching as she grabbed a doll’s pushchair and started wheeling it about.
Big Sis loves playing on the art table at her music class, so I stopped by the art section to pick up some crayons and drawing paper. By the time I turned back around two minutes later, I saw my daughter, her pushchair loaded up with goodies, running full-tilt towards the front door.
She had it piled high with her shoplifted gear – toy cars, tubs of crayons, little cut-out felt shapes. You name it, she was nicking it.
Here is the undeniable evidence of her crimes:
I just managed to snag her collar as she reached the doors, and yank her back inside.
Then I spent the next 10 minutes trying to rehouse all her hot goods, and apologising to the miserable shop manager (why work in a toy store, when you CLEARLY don’t like kids?!).
So another of Big Sis’s talents is revealed: she’s a quick, efficient, and totally remorseless thief.
Hmmmmm… actually, she needs some new summer clothes; perhaps I should let her loose in Gap Kids next…