Grocery Snake

When I'm not stealing cookies to keep Josh entertained in the grocery store, I steal an extra bendy-tie-thingy from the produce section.

For shame!

He likes to pretend they are snakes.

Which is all good, until he throws it down my bra, when I'm leaning down to get something off the bottom shelf.

Then I have the lovely choice of either digging into my bra in the cereal section OR living with a piece of itchy wire while I shop, listening to Josh bawl about his missing snake.

And, that, my friends, is why I generally steal cookies to keep him entertained, rather than going the "snake" route.

(Because heaven forbid I would just prepare and bring the poor child a snack from home.  Good grief!)

;)