To everyone that was shopping in our local Boots store today. Yes, I’m a terrible parent by my own admission, but that was yesterday’s post.
There are many criticisms I am happy to accept but really, the one that you think I was guilty of today. Let’s be realistic. It’s boots for goodness sake and she’s two years old.
Yes, I took the girls shopping with me and yes, I let Libby walk around the shop with a mini trolley. She always walks but usually carries a basket.
Yes, we were shopping for her toothpaste, but I did say she could have a treat. Her treat though, simply wasn’t what you think it was.
Yes, Libby does talk very well. You probably heard our lengthy conversations about what we were going to buy, which toothbrush she should choose and whether dad needed some more toothpaste.
You probably saw us move on to the food section, picking up some sushi for lunch as a treat and then choosing a drink and picking up that item…
And now, let’s fast forward to later in the day and the hospital waiting room, where Libby was enjoying her treat while she waited for the optometrist.
So, to the lady in the hospital waiting room who nearly choked when she heard Libby, I have the same message for you as I had for everyone in Boots.
I know Libby pronounces every word correctly, but, as children tend to do, she has chosen one, very embarrassing exception.
And my message to you all is…
Boots don’t sell c*ck p*rn.
But they do sell rather nice popcorn.