I was in a bookstore with a friend and Avery last weekend. Avery had been a little challenging all week, due to not enough napping, cutting all 4 eye teeth and generally being 15 months old.
She was in her stroller in said bookstore when she started (loudly) complaining about sitting in the stroller while I was browsing at books. Because I was with a friend and will every once in a while do {almost} anything to pacify the munchkin in order to have a little adult time, I let her out of the stroller. I have since discovered that by doing this, I broke the cardinal rule of parenting. Avery then thought, “Hey, I won!” and proceeded to run around the bookstore while contemplating tearing pages out of all the books and dropping breakable gifts (which, by the way, are placed far too low).
Avery meandered her way over the clearance book section. It was right by where we were, it was keeping her entertained for a minute, and honestly I thought, “Well, at least if she tears a page, its on clearance.” She then picked up a book, toddled over and handed it to me. The book? A parenting book titled One Tough Mother.
