Oh sure, our family’s been lots of things before.
But never THAT family.
Until Saturday that is.
We were at Costco.
Text book, right?
Did you know we have a Costco here?
It’s always packed.
With a bunch of old people.
Buying vitamins and oranges.
No offense.
But it’s always crazy busy.
Which is why I have no idea why we were there on a SATURDAY afternoon, of all days.
But, we were.
Buying flower bulbs.
Which is right by the jewelry counter.
The locked jewelry counter.
Which Spencer was ‘admiring’.
And was told repeatedly not to.
By us.
{And a member of the staff.}
{Text book, remember?}
So, apparently if you finagle the glass door just right and put a tiny three year old finger between the sliding panes….
The alarm goes off.
And it’s not really just a quiet, jewelry counter alarm.
It’s more like a prisoner has escaped and all of Costco should be made aware.
And lose all of their hearing.
At the same time.
Kind of alarm.
Well, the wardens employees with special keys were dispatched and sprinted {probably more exercise than they’d received in a while, let’s be honest} to our exact location.
Where they found a crying Spencer being lectured by a humiliated mother and father.
So embarrassing.
Spencer said sorry through a veil of tears and hiccups and was put in solitary in the cart.
And that, my friends, is how we became THAT family with THOSE kids.
Katie
