We went out to dinner last night, then to the store so R could get his new baseball game. I took the opportunity to look for a new pair of jeans (my old pair is getting very holey, and I really should stop wearing them in public at least). So R is off to the electronics section, with the baby in the cart, while I’m trying on pants in the women’s clothing section. I come out of the dressing room to see my guys in the aisle with G crying. Crying as in big tears rolling down his face crying.
Apparently they’d just been strolling along with him completely happy when from out of nowhere the tears kicked in. R said it was like he realized “if she doesn’t come back I COULD STARVE TO DEATH.” Which made me laugh, which got me a sharp look from some lady nearby. Apparently there should be no laughing as a parent while you’re consoling a crying baby. Who was just fine and only needed some cuddling from his momma, so back off lady.
Happily I had managed to find both jeans and some capris for summer so I made good use of my time! And G stopped crying almost as soon as I picked him up, so he recovered from his trauma quickly.
