In the produce section.
While I picked out potatoes for tonight's dinner.
My first hint of it was Dear Boy calling out: "stinky". And there he was with vomit down his chest and arms, dripping onto the floor, and a look on his face that said: "what the hell just happened?!"
And of course this was the first time since he was born that my magical mummy-bag-of-holding contained no chuckies; no old-school cloth nappies that I use as my go-to for messes and covers and matts and rugs; no tissues. Just one last, lone wipe from his nappy bag and a single scented nappy sac.
And in the middle of a desperate clean-up and that dilemma of whether to cut and run or pay for the groceries in my basket, I thought of this:
Have you seen The Money Pit? It's one of those movies we all were happy to watch as a family, the kids laid out in a line on the floor, chins on hands, and the adults on the couches behind us. Sure it's almost 28 years old but the laughs don't age. Okay, maybe some of them do. That laugh at the end of this clip... hilarious.
I don't think I can go back to Coles anytime soon.