The other day, I went to sell back some magazines at the local bookstore.
If you were to ask me how much my sanity is worth, I would probably say two dollars and fifty cents.
During this visit, Gracie:
1. Ran to the back of the book store screaming
2. Tried to eat garbage off the floor (honestly, I think she succeeded a little)
3. Stopped only to do an extra large poopy in her diaper
4. Took books off the shelves
5. Played hide and go seek with customers
6. Screamed while running through the stacks
7. Ignored the agitated looks of people all around
8. Did I say she screamed a lot? At least they were all happy screams of delight.
Finally, at the checkout to get my wad of cash (two dollars and fifty cents), I said aloud to no one in particular, "Don't you hate it when parents don't control their kids?"
Without missing a beat, the young lady in front of me (who from all appearances didn't have children) said, "Yes, but once you put them down, they just have a mind of their own."
We all had a good laugh and I was grateful for small bits of grace that people give us in our lives. I have a feeling Gracie is going to need some more tidbits of grace as she grows. Toddlers have that way about them.
Five magazines + Screaming, pooping toddler + Tired, pregnant mama + Annoyed, but gracious customers = $2.50 (and here you thought I was going to say, "priceless"?)