You know those days… The ones that are absolutely blissful, Almost perfect in every way, until… They fall apart into a toddler throwing an avocado across the Target check-out line, narrowly missing an elderly woman and her overflowing cart of groceries?

I do.

We had enjoyed a nearly perfect morning. I had made french toast with little man’s “help”. He was so cute perched on his chair “cooking” with his very own stainless steal skillet and spatula. We ate breakfast, changed into our park clothes, brushed our teeth (with our Strawberry toothpaste of course!), and headed out the door.

The next one and a half hours we spent at our local park. Little man played and played. He was so excited to swing and play on the marimba! Our park, Courtney’s Sand Castle, in San Clemente is one of the coolest I’ve ever seen. It’s a Universal park, meaning that kids of all ages stages and abilities have a place to play! Little man loved playing in the “Tide pools” and rolling the Giant water ball.

We ran, and played and laughed our hearts out

When it was time to leave we hopped in the car and drove across the street to Target to pick up some chicken for lunch (we were going to make THIS 5 Ingredient Chicken chili MY FAVORITE).

We quickly gathered all the items we needed and got in line. The lines were unusually long, But I wasn’t worried… We were having the best day… Until we weren’t.

I can’t tell you what upset my sweet little toddler… possibly hunger… possibly exhaustion… Most likely a combination of the two.

There he went. Screaming and hollering like a wild man. I quickly unstrapped him from the cart and tried to distract him with the “doggies” hanging around target (Spot is his name, I think). We talked about how he needed to settle down and we would be home in a short minute. He calmed down. I put him in the large section of the cart so he had a bit more space and could play with th
e tambourine I was going to purchase for him (I’m a crazy mom… I know).  He sat there content for another 2 minutes… then He.Fell.Apart.

Remember the Avocado incident? Yeah… This is where that happened.

Little man chucked the avocado so hard and so fast it went SPLAT on the floor. The elderly woman gave me a disapproving look… and the mom in front of me, with her perfect child (Oh come on… we know your kid can’t be an angel all the time) looked at me shocked and dismayed.

I wanted to crawl under a rock.

I apologized to the woman, gently bent down, picked up the smashed avocado and put it back in my cart. (This is where I would like shamelessly plug a Product and tell you I took my Norwex Travel EnviroCloth and wiped up the mess… But, I Can’t. Because I Didn’t.)

I was mortified. A Target employee came and wiped up the splat… as I tried to calm my screaming toddler.
We’ve all  been there… right?? Right??

Little man clearly didn’t get to buy his tambourine. We gave it to the checker and made our way out of the store.

I called my husband… and then my mom. I cried… My husband sent me a link to a parenting book he had just ordered.

By the time we got home my darling angel was half asleep. I fed him a quick lunch… then took him up to bed. I made my soup and started writing. I’m now eating my delicious 5 ing
redient chicken chili… with salvaged smashed avocado from the floor of the Target checkout.