I usually do my grocery shopping in the evenings after my husband is home. Each of the children take turns going along with me, and it's always a fun time of connecting with whoever goes along.
Last night after we finished an early supper I headed out into the rainy night with my second child in tow. I hurried out the door making sure I had my list, my wallet, and the van keys. I was feeling extra organized, and happy over all the things I had accomplished that day.
Once we arrived at the grocery store I breezed through my shopping while chatting with my son. There were some good sales on items I needed and I quickly filled my cart.
As I was hurrying up to the checkout counter I reached for my purse to ready my debit card for a quick swipe. I scrabbled through my purse in dismay as I realized that I had left the debit card AT HOME.
Thoroughly humiliated I explained my plight to the checkout clerk, and asked if I could set my cart aside and run home to retrieve the card. I mumbled something about my foggy brain, and my son loudly agreed. "She forgets everything!" he announced grinning widely.
I totally deserve this outspoken son of mine. I was the child in my family who blabbed secrets to everyone, and talked when I should have remained silent.
Being on the receiving end of a child's painful honesty stings a little though.