Head of the Cart

Once again, it was grocery shopping time in our house and this morning, Eli decided he needed to wear a helmet to the grocery store.  His helmet is a box that his soccer ball was packaged in.  I didn't see any logical reason to say no, so off we went to the store with his head encased in a box (and my whole body encased in a giant t-shirt and unflattering sweat pants).

I've been letting him sit in the back of the cart lately (I am aware of the forbidden nature of this choice based on the picture on the cart seat) because it is easier than picking up all the things he knocks down and chasing him up and down aisles.  Since we go to the grocery store in the very early hours of the morning, the only people that are ever there are the old ladies.  Today, quite a few of them were entertained by Eli's headpiece, while others looked at me like I was crazy, especially the one that nearly crashed into us around a corner and who likely heard Eli announce,"That lady is taller than you.  And she is skinnier than you, too."

Here is a bit of evidence of our misadventures.  Please don't judge me for what my kids are wearing in these pictures.  As far as I'm concerned, you can wear anything you want out of the house before 9 am (including pajamas) because it is unlikely that you will run into anyone you know.