The reason I say this is because ever since Lulu was born, my mom has been wrapped around her little finger - and it is a little finger alright! Lulu could cry or whine as a baby and my mom would jump right up (while I would let her sit there for a minute) and cater to her every need or desire. My mom is one of Lulu's loyal subjects...and will buy her almost everything.
For her first birthday, my parents threatened to buy her a pony - that would be kept at their house, of course. Then, for her second birthday, my parents paid for a face-painter to come in for 3 hours to paint a myriad of squirming children - and me! I'm almost scared to see what will happen at her third birthday party!!
So, off to Target we went - my mom, Lulu, Bubba and me - to pick up a few things. Lulu took my mom's arm and pulled her right to the toy aisle...its like kids have a toy radar built into their brains or something. I went off with Bubba to find the provisions we needed while the ladies played with dolls and plastic shopping carts.
I come back to find Lulu pushing around a plastic cart full of fake food. As I bend over to take the cart away, she starts to yell...loudly...similar to one being torn apart limb from limb - or at least what I would imagine it would sound like. My mom decided to buy her the cart just to keep her quiet...awesome! Now she is pushing that cart around the house everywhere.
A $24 shopping cart is contributing to my little Lulu being a "terrible two"...thanks mom!!
