Well folks, I was just thinking the other day that I havent had any good posts lately regarding this crazy life of mine. Well I jinxed myself, or maybe I jinxed Libby for that matter. So I took Jack and Libby to wal mart for groceries and a few other random things while Mikey napped at home with Craig. I pulled out of the driveway thinking this was going to be a breeze with just two kids. So, with Libby in the cart and Jack walking along side, I finally found the power strips that craig needed. Suddenly, I hear a scream from Libby like I have never heard before. It was a painful scream, one that you know immediately something is wrong. Im looking at her and cant figure out whats going on. I then see that her chubby little ankle/cankle has slipped through the bars in the side of the cart. It was so stuck that you could barely see the bars...they had disappeared into her chubby little ankle. Jack is standing next to me freaking out because Libby is freaking out. So once again, I call on a nice looking lady with a child of her own and see if she can help me either console Jack or help me get Libby unstuck. Meanwhile there are no Wal Mart employees to be found. If we moved Libbys ankle even a millimeter she screamed so loud you could hear her on the other side of the store. A nice gentlemen suggested we might have to call 911. Im thinking, yup, this would totally happen, call 911 for a chubby little 1 year old whos ankle is stuck in the cart. Lovely. After about 10 minutes of problem solving, suddenly every Wal Mart supervisor, manager/ employee showed up. One of them was holding the biggest wire cutters I have ever seen. Thankfully, were able to free Libbys chubby ankle from the cart by cutting her out. After she was free and I knew Libby was ok, I was swarmed with employees asking me to fill out forms, sign forms, blah blah blah. The manager was just sure I was going to sue walmart. I signed all the papers and politely thanked everyone for their help and apologized for the spectacle we made. I assured the manager that I wouldnt sue and sorry we destroyed a cart. I walked away thinking to myself, Thank God we didnt have to call 911, Thank God Libby still has a foot, and 2 kids at the grocery store is just as hard as 3. Oh and now Libby is petrified of carts.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 16:58:14 +0000
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