We spend most of each waking minute as parents trying to do the best for kids, ensuring they have the most fun and learn anything and everything.
Today I accidentally taught my kids about shoplifting…
We had had a beautiful day, spending time building teachers presents with my grandparents for the upcoming end of term. The heat was glorious and a little overwhelming so a trip to the beach was also in order. Met some friends and had another great time.
We were planning to go to a friends place for so munchies and a play outside while the sun last and thought we would nip to tesco to pick up some bits.
We got there and I optimistically took my 2 kids into the shop, grabbed a basket and whizzed round avoiding people while the kids jumped around playing “the floor is lava”.
All wasn’t too bad, it’s not the worst thing they have done in a store, however half way round my eldest says “I need a pee”. Well damn, okay.
Now this is a tesco metro, so they don’t have toilets but I have boys who can adapt and let loose almost anywhere (not always the best thing).
We crack on and zip round the last part of the shop and use self checkout to be super speedy.
I pay (or so I think) and hightail it to the door. My youngest child has already grabbed the waffles and had legged it. I have the rest of the shopping in one hand and a box of cereal under my arm, with my eldest clutching his crotch in his best effort not to relieve himself on the floor.
We get to the kerb ready to cross the street to our car and hear a kind, friendly voice from behind “erm, nicola the payment didn’t actually go through, don’t worry it happens all the time”. Ah s***.
What to do.. We ditch the shopping in the street and hightail it back into the shop, through the one way system and back to self service. Quickly pay and disappear back to the abandoned shopping shouting “sorry, thanks!” on the way out.
I’m so impressed with my kids just running through the shop as if in a marathon, that it doesn’t occur to me how ridiculous we must seem to onlookers until I’m sitting back in the car.
Not paying our bill and bolting for the door in full sprint.
I love that my kids are just ready to jump on any crazy train journey, no questions asked. Infact most of the time leading the way.
But seriously, what a d#*k.
Also, forgot to say, I’m bald and look like I’m just out of prison (I’m not) and my kids are just back from the beach with sand everywhere including their butt’s. All credits to them, I couldn’t stand that kind of chafing.
Have a ridiculous story? Please, feel free to share it makes us all feel a little less crazy!
Love it, just saying as it is for a busy mum of two boys.