I was standing in the freezer section at the grocery store with a shopping list up against Gideon’s back. I was cross referencing the list with the contents of the cart and realizing that I only had a few more items to pick up before I could head back to Andrea who was home taking care of Clara who has not been feeling well. Everything was going very smooth and I was feeling fairly proud of myself for taking two of the kids to the store without incident. Then Lydia appeared beside me with her dress folding between her crossed legs. She swayed a little, hopped on one foot and waved her hands to get my attention.
“I have to go potty, Daddy…”
“Oh no…” I glanced around the store. We were miles from the bathroom with a cart full of food. “We are almost done, Lydia. Can it wait just a few more minutes so we can buy our stuff first?”
She switched feet and continued to hop, but she nodded her head in agreement.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I told her. “You know, sometimes it helps to move around a little and try to think of something else.”
She smiled and seemed to considered this for a moment while I went back to my list.
Suddenly my 3-year old exploded into a musical dance number. She swung from a freezer door, lunged into the main aisle with her arms in the air, twirled in a circle, and sang at the top of her lungs “Let it go! Let it go! Can’t hold it back anymore!”
I frantically chased her down, “Let it go! Let it go! -” I dove to scoop her up into my arms, smiling an embarrassed grin at the rest of the crowded store.
“Hey, how about we pick a different song to sing while we are trying not to go potty in our pants, alright? That’s just not really the sort of distracting thoughts I was hoping for.”
She didn’t quite understand, but we compromised and sang a few times through “March in the Infantry” on our way to the check out.