Around the Target in 13 minutes

Had a little situation yesterday.  Thankfully, no one was hurt, but I will tell you that it was a pretty close call.

Walden discovered jeggings.

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It went like this:

3:47 pm:  Walden and I enter Target.  Happiness abounds.

3:52 pm:  We find ourselves in the baby department (you'll want to remember this part for later).

3:55 pm:  I spot something out of the corner of my eye.  I pick it up.  I am suspicious.

3:55:10 pm:  I look around to make sure we are, in fact, in the baby department and not, in fact, in the Snookie department. 

3:55:15 pm:  I inspect pair of jeggings.  Pair of jeggings has tag that says "Size: 9 mo." I am holding baby jeggings.

3:55:15 pm - 3:57 pm:  I am incredulous.

3:57:05 pm:  Walden grabs jeggings out of my hand.  I am not quick.

3:57:07 pm:  Walden and I have brief conversation about not being ready for this jelly.

3:57:20 pm:  I help Walden with this concept by removing jeggings from her grasp.

3:57:21 pm:  Happiness ceases to abound.

3:57:21 pm - 3:59 pm:  World War III

3:59:01pm:  

 

3:59:56 pm:  I ask Walden if she even cares that everyone in Target now thinks that I'm buying a pair of jeggings.  For my baby.

3:59:59 pm:       

 

4:00 pm:  I ascertain that the answer is "no." 

Like I said before, crisis averted, but just barely.  Thankfully, someone walked by and told Walden she was cute, so while she was posing for them and basking in their adoration, I did away with the jeggings without further incident.

But seriously...jeggings?  For babies?  I don't think I'm ready for that jelly.