Like ridiculously loud. Red face and clinched fist loud. I was mortified.
What the frick are you supposed to do in these situations?
Next up, Trader Joes. He loves this store because they have the little carts. He got his cart and said, “I don’t need help, Mom.” Fine. I was still annoyed and didn’t want to do anything to make him scream again. He went up and down the aisles saying “ooh, lets try this” and putting it in his cart. Haha, just like mommy. I only needed one thing, (cough, cough…almond champagne) so we were out pretty quick.
On to Target. I told him I had to look in the clothing department first and told him he has to be good or else we wouldn’t look at toys. I went into the dressing room. As I’m trying on pants, he starts singing…LOUDLY. “Oh, baby I’m a rock star” was blaring out of our room. He seemed to put just the “oh, baby” on repeat for what seemed like forever. Once we came out, of course the attendants were laughing and talking to him.