Shopping again

Yesterday afternoon we went to Tesco.  I did some (brilliant) singing on the way which Charlie gleefully informed me was ‘rubbish’ I continued in the car park and was informed I had progressed to ‘hobble (horrible)’. This is despite the fact that Charlie had woken up at 6.45am the day before and lay in bed singing  (wailing) ‘Scooby dooby do where are you? Lotsa work to do now’ for 30 minutes.

I got Charlie to agree to shopping by promising rides on the toys outside. I am sure I am the only mother that is stupid enough to let their child ride on the toys both on the way in and the way out of the supermarket. Post rides I managed to ram him in the trolley after explaining that I needed to fit some shopping in so he would have to sit in the proper bit (this took a Ben 10 ball) and shopping commenced. We got to the fruit and vegetables and I said I was going to buy him some grapes, he said he didn’t want any. I told him he definitely did and he told me to ‘Bog off’ very loudly. This is one of my favourite expressions so I must be held accountable for this.  He then starting prodding my boobs and shouting ‘BEEP BEEP’, I politely asked him not to do this and he said in a puzzled manner, ‘But I sayin’ beep beep on  ‘em’. This continued for some time until we went past the baby section and he started asking for baby food – I told him he wouldn’t like it but he was determined and I so selected a squeezy mango puree, he took one slurp and nearly gagged saying it was ‘issgustin’. He then occupied his time leaning out of the trolley looking for the most bedraggled, dirtiest people he could find and shouting ‘HELLO!’ at them, one of whom followed us for a while. This is something he does frequently, he will walk up the street ignoring ‘normal’ looking people saying nothing and then someone who looks like they have been released from Broadmoor will walk past and he’ll try and strike up a conversation with them. The end of the trip culminated in Charlie announcing to a number of people in the household cleaning aisle, ‘DON’T EAT DA SQUIRRALS FROM HERE, I MEAN IT - DON’T EAT DEM’.