I got back to the car after making the standard “newspapers and doughnuts” run through the grocery store. I was tired after holding the baby at Mass/Sunday School for over two hours, and I was ready to get home.
As I was reaching out to open my door, I saw my husband taking Grace out of the car.
He looked at me with sympathy, and then said, “I’m so sorry, but Grace really has to go to the bathroom.”
Ugh. Going back in there was the LAST thing I wanted to do… especially since she had taken her shoes off, and I was going to have to carry her all the way to the back of the store.
As I was walking away my husband called out across the parking lot cheerily:
Needless to say, I laughed all the way to the back of the store.