G came home a bit early this afternoon, giving me the opportunity to hit Tescos sans wee ones. I think it took me all of five minutes to flee the house in the big blue bus, just me and my reusable shopping bags, determined to get enough food so I wouldn't have to go back until the middle of next week.
Yeah, like that ever works these days. Grrrrr.
Anyway, the giant Tescos was rather busy, with a considerable number of harried looking parents with small sobbing children. I smiled sympathetically at those whose wee ones were melting down, greatly relieved I'd been spared this saga today. Because there would have been a saga; Baby Boo is still schnuffily and under the weather, and riding around in the shopping trolley for an hour would not have gone down well. And Ramekin would have been disappointed that there were none of the cool 'car' shopping carts available.
I was about halfway through with my shopping, studying the fish options for tonight's dinner, when I saw them come around the corner and head in my direction.
And I started to giggle, as did a few shoppers around me.
Because what I saw was a slightly-exasperated-but-trying-to-remain-cheerful-and-upbeat-about-his-grocery-shopping-experience Dad, with two kids following in his wake, a bored looking 7 year old daughter and a roughly 3-4 year old son. And the little boy was completely decked out in a padded spiderman costume ---like so -----> --- and clearly unhappy about being dragged through the grocery store.
And I smiled sympathetically at him as they started to pass by me, with poor Dad practically turning into a cheerleader to keep them moving, telling them to "c'mon, c'mon, we're almost done, really, we're almost done. Please, c'mon." And he was clearly trying to just.get.it.all.over.with because his boy seemed to have reached the end of his tolerance level for the shopping expedition and had started to cry as he trailed behind.
The tears appeared to throw poor Dad, because in a rather desperate voice he burst out with: "Hey, buddy! Spiderman doesn't cry. Spiderman doesn't cry!"
I'll admit it. I started to laugh. Because it was almost exactly what I was thinking at that point.
Poor little spiderman.
08 February 2008
Look Out! Here Comes the Spiderman.
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That kills me. I've never had to bring Ben out in full garb, but I could see it happening. Poor Dad.
Ohhhh I agree - poor spiderman. I guess the Peter Parker in him was coming on out.
You say poor Spiderman. I say poor Dad. Maybe Dad should have worn HIS superhero costume.
awww....my D has the same get-up. he wears it often. not outside of our mansion though.
One day I'M going to dress up to go the grocery store. It would really take the humdrumness of it all away for a day. However, my post partum body would not need a costume with extra lumpiness added.
I would have cracked up!
Bless his poor little spidey-heart.
Funny! I would have loved it.
haha. I *so* dread the day Monkey falls in love with some outfit that she refuses to change. and just to piss me off it'll probably be some sort of Disney princess dress b/c Disney is off-limits in our house. Ah, parenthood. lol.
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