Next, we headed over to the beauty section and I put a bag of pads in the cart. Audrey decided she wanted to hold them and tried to retrieve them from the bottom of the buggy. Landon grabbed hold and told her he had them. As they pulled on the bag, the perforated strip ripped open and the pads exploded out of the bag and all over the aisle. I regretted buying the value bag even more as Audrey began screaming, " Mommy landed spilled your special diapers on the floor." The faster I tried to pick up the pads the more insistent she became. Her use of the phrase ,your special diapers, became louder and more repetitive. Landon at least had the sense to remain quiet, but that did not last long enough.
We returned to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription. The line had doubled in length, and the woman in front of us was a young heavy set woman. Suddenly, Landon announced that it smelled really bad because the woman in front of him had tooted. He heard it and now it smelled really bad. I told him he was not being nice and he informed me He was not the one that Tooted, "she did it." He then began to call to people shopping in the pharmacy, and behind us in line to let them know they should not get to close, in case she did it again. I was ready to wring his little neck, when he said, but Momma, I don't want them to think I did it. The woman never turned around or acknowledge what was happening, guilty as charged. The old man laughing beside me only encouraged Landon to continue his rant. I finally convinced his little life was hanging by a rapidly unraveling thread, and he stopped talking about it.
I put my groceries in the car, looked at the empty pharmacy drive through, and knew I had made the wrong choice today.