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Here’s one of mine.
Let’s say the girls were 2 and 4 since I can’t remember with certainty. We were shopping at Town and Country, the best grocery store I’ve ever regularly shopped at (having the snow capped mountains of Big Sky country added to its appeal but is not a reason I rank it so high).
Grocery shopping with both girls at this age was big deal. It took all my energy and lots of planning. My youngest was easy at the store, just hand her a snack, kiss her a few times and she sat happily. But. she was the child who, if she got hurt emotionally or physically, would carry on for 20 minutes longer than my patience. And her high-decibel crying gave me permanent hearing loss.
My 4-year-old struggled with any kind of physical restraint and I had given up on making her sit in the cart long ago. She didn’t like to hold hands in parking lots; wanted to touch, feel and purchase every interesting thing; and viewed long grocery store aisles as running tracks. She also liked the echo of her voice in the store if she was loud enough.
|Produce aisles have hundreds of ways a 4-year-old can cause problems.
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We were 3/4 of the way through the store: past the difficult produce section (so much to touch and to make fall), and past the greedy snack section. We were in dairy and Hadley (the 4-year-old) was sick of holding onto that cart. So she started to hold on to her sister’s hand. Kassy would giggle. I was picking out yogurt flavors. Pull on sister’s hand. Giggle. Twist sister’s arm. Giggle. Pull and twist. Scream to wake the dead. I scolded Hadley for her careless behavior, tried to comfort the wailing Kassy and attempted to finish finding the things on my list. I was irritated at Hadley so I snapped at her. And then I became irritated at Kassy. It had been 10 minutes. Surely she was overreacting.
By the time we checked out of the store, Kassy was still screaming. I was threatening her if she didn’t stop carrying on (don’t remember the threats and thankfully neither does she). She screamed even harder when I placed her in the car seat, fell asleep on the way home and renewed her screaming when I tried to bring her in the house again. By this time I noticed that she wouldn’t move her arm.
Eventually we ended up in the emergency room. Kassy’s elbow joint had been dislocated and in a beautifully simple chiropractic type move, the doctor put everything back in place and the ordeal was over.