Tonight I innocently went to the grocery store. For some reason it was the busiest place in Colorado. And everywhere I looked there were those HUGE carts. The ones that are attached to the play cars so I guess kids can feel like they are in charge. Which they always are, so I don't really know why they need a car to prove their point.
I hate those carts. Hate. They are big. They take up the entire aisle. They irritate me. And I am fully aware when Paul gets old enough to notice these stupid carts, I will be the idiot behind one. But I won't like it.