The Babe and I went on an adventure to the grocery store this afternoon. We needed to a.) get out of the house, b.) pick up some smoothie making supplies and c.) get a truckload of carbs for The Husband, who’s been down for the count all week.
I only had to bribe her with one video (FROZEN, FROZEN) to get in the car.
Getting her into the store was easy. She was totally content wearing her favorite blue hat and hot pink heart sunglasses paired, of course, with her kitty dress, floral pants, and blue sparkly shoes. (I wish I could have snapped a picture of the entire ensemble, it was a masterpiece.)
Walking around, The Babe worked her magic.
She chose bananas, sampled juice, helped me pick out fruit, and offered to push the cart for me. She even wanted to carry a jug of juice, because that’s what big helpers do.
By the time we made it to the check out line, The Babe was in perfect form. She sauntered up to the check out line, holding Mama’s hand while snacking on a mini bagel. The gentleman at the check out line smiled when he realized what was about to step into his line.
We finally made it over and grabbed the bags from underneath the cart, while he began ringing up our items. The Babe, being the great helper that she is, wanted to be involved and shouted, I HELP, I HELP. I was about to help her pick up and item or two to hand over, but before we could even pretend, the man said: You’re too cute to help.
My mouth opened.
And then closed.
I had words to say — some less appropriate than others — but they clearly weren’t coming out.
What in the ever loving fuck is that about, being too cute to help?? I don’t care how cute, ugly, stylish, frumpy, wealthy, poor, smart, dumb, gay, straight, or anything else you are. You are never too ANYTHING to help.
Also, why on earth would you squash that kind of attitude in a toddler? Particularly one that LOVES to help, LOVES to be involved, and LOVES to get her hands in things. All qualities that I absolutely LOVE about her.
In the end, all I could do was shake my head in disbelief. And make a mental note to myself to never stand in his line again.