Going to the store with all three kids is not fun, but yet I do it all the time. It's especially difficult with Molly. Because it's her "job" at the gym to hand them our membership card, she thinks it's her "job" at the store to hand them my credit card and to pick up the receipt.
So at checkout I am usually juggling Molly, a few bags, my purse, and trying to keep my eyes on the other two. It's a mess.
At Target this week we were finally leaving the check out when Emma handed me my contact solution.
"Mama, we forgot to pay for this."
Ugh. We were at Target and the line was long and the cashier had already moved on to the next customer. But I needed that contact solution.
"What are we going to do, Mama?" Emma asked. "We can't take it. That would be stealing. We can't just steal it."
Well, up to that point I had considered doing just that. But, I figured that this was one of THOSE moments. Every Family Home Evening we ever held, every scripture story I ever shared with Emma would mean nothing if I did not do the right thing right here.
So I put the bags in the cart, shifted Molly to a different hip, and explained what happened to the cashier, suffering the glares and irritation of those behind me. But, that's okay. Emma was happy with me.