Mr F likes to ride in shopping carts when we go places. He's no sucker, for one thing -- why walk when you can ride?
Yesterday, we went to a store that doesn't have traditional shopping carts; they've got these sort of bags on handtrucks deals.
By the time we got there, Mr F had been to two other stores, full of people and sounds and stuff (all things he doesn't like).
Then he learned that at this third store, he would not only have to go IN, with all the people/noise/stuff, but also that the cart was not the kind he could ride in.
OR SO WE THOUGHT:
And while there's no doubt that I am an overindulgent parent who gives into his kids' every whim, there's also no doubt that to Mr F riding in the cart was a protective measure.
Here he is in the toy department:
And heading past a department I can't name because we got Sweetie a present there:
And heading towards the cash register: