Yesterday we went shopping at Trader Joe's. Zoe lasted for about two minutes in the cart before protesting loudly in the food sample section and throwing her miniature pizza slice to the floor. I managed to pacify her briefly by holding her with my right arm on the hip and pushing London in the cart with my left hand and foot. Steering around corners was tricky. We checked out and just when I got Zoe buckled into the car, I realized I forgot to grind the coffee beans. Oh crap!
We all went back in and got the job done, then back to the car. London informed me she had to go potty so I buckled Zoe in a second time and then pulled out the portable potty and a plastic grocery bag to line it with. We set up shop in the bushes in front of my car and she began playing with bark while I urged her on and reminded her every two seconds that we had to hurry because the sherbet was melting in the car. I ran back and forth between re-assuring Zoe that she was fine and asking if London had pooped yet, to which she responded, "no, but it's coming". Five minutes went by and then we got our results. I closed up the bag, loaded my three year old in the car and then realized there was no trash can near us.
I put the bag of poop in my car and rolled all the windows down to offset the smell. London kept asking to roll the windows up and I kept telling her we couldn't because of the poop bag. Ick. It smelled all the way home and then we dumped it in our garbage can outside. I feel sorry for our trash collectors!
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