Speaking of screaming in public, Jack did almost the same thing at HEB a few weeks ago. We had a lovely shopping experience at the local grocery store, Molly and Will were riding nicely in the cart, Jack was holding onto the side of the cart, everyone had a balloon (except Will, he eats them) and tortillas. I thought, success!! We are going to the check-out and Jack loves going to number 6, don't ask me why. Well, number 6 had a very long line but number 5 didn't, so we went that way except there was resistance coming from Jack's side of the cart. What was he doing? Pulling the cart to check-out 6, duh. I took his hand, pulled the cart to number 5 and started unloading the cart. First came tears, then stomping of the feet, and "I'm mad, Mommy, I want 6" in his best outdoor voice. Will and Molly got stickers from the bagger and Jack looked at the bagger and screamed when he was asked he wanted a sticker. Classy there Jack. So, we're walking to the door and at the top of his lungs, Jack lets out an ear piercing scream that makes everyone in every check-out aisle stop whatever they are doing and stare at us. Awesome! I just keep on walking to the door, Jack trailing behind me. Will looked at him like he was CRAZY! Of course, when we get to the door, Jack screams one more time, and Will started crying.
One last tidbit, Molly is potty trained, yeah!! We still have a few accidents with the number 2, so we're working on it. I keep telling her poop goes in the potty, all day...I think I say it in my sleep too. Anyway, after an accident the other day, I was feeling defeated and frustrated with the poop. The whole reason we started this potty training business was because of the poop!! I go to her and say, "Poop goes in the ....." and Molly replies "laundry basket!!"