The Yogurt Incident

I took Andrew and Baylee to Walmart with me this morning to pick up a few things. My main reason for going out was more to keep the house quiet so their mom could sleep for a few hours, and it seemed like a good idea to combine that with shopping.


One of the things I had in mind to buy was yogurt, as I know Andrew is very fond of it, and we didn't have any in the house. I had found a coupon for $1.00 off two packages of rainbow flavored ( I know, rainbow isn't a flavor), so I thought that was the perfect plan. I put both packages in the bottom of the cart so he wouldn't be able to play with them (he was in the cart, his sister was in the front), and that worked well until I stopped to talk to a friend for a moment. Stopping the cart is a no-no, as it causes the natives to be restless, so I picked him up and put him on the floor. He spotted the yogurt right away, and of course he wanted some. My response was, "No.", his response was to SCREECH! Which he did, all the way to the checkout counter. When I put the packages on the counter for checkout, he grabbed one of them, dropped it (of course), and one of the containers splattered on the floor. All this time, he is, naturally, screeching, and since his sister copies pretty much everything he does, she, too, had started to cry.

Most of the other customers were looking at me sympathetically, though one or two were obviously annoyed by my little grandson's antics. It's OK, I'm alright with that. Had I been his mother, I would have been mortified, as I always was when it really did happen when Andrew's mother and his aunts behaved in that manner (as of course they did). Now, though, I know that there are worse things in the world than a child having a tantrum over something as trivial as yogurt. Life goes on, and all will be well.

I needed a new second package (after all, I had a coupon), so the kindly checkout lady asked another employee to go back and get me one. All the time we waited, Andrew continued to screech, Baylee continued to commiserate with him, and people continued to give me sympathetic looks. Finally the young lady returned with the yogurt, and we left the store. Amazingly, as soon as we got outside, the crying stopped, and when we got home, the first thing we did was open a container of yogurt and have a snack.