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Stroller Mishaps and Small Pickpockets

Stumbled upon this little gem ... a mom arrested for forgetting to pay for her sandwich when checking out at the grocery store. What mom hasn't had her darling creatures throw a few little goodies in her basket at the grocery? Who among us haven't found a lone banana or small item in the stroller seat after a push through for milk? And who hasn't had a moment of blankness in their pregnancy? Empathy was not the code word in this story.

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Anonymous said…
Oh yes! The zombie mind of the new parent can lead to a criminal record. And those little darlings in the buggy couldn't care less. Leave them at home and fit in a manicure around the tedious and expensive grocery trip...
12:29 pm
Anonymous said…
So unfair, if you think about the amount of shopping you leave at the checkout over the course of the first 3 years due to baby brain and toddler tantrums it must balance out?! I remember being so paranoid about forgetting the baby I left my entire grocery shop behind once, I got as far as the car before the security guard caught up with me, carrying all my bags!
6:18 pm
Manhattan Mama said…
So true anonymous. Zombie mind. Apt description. And FNB - I did that exact thing once, leaving the shop behind. Sometimes it's a toss up: remembering the creature vs. the goods.
3:13 pm
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