Trauma, Life at Walmart

Yesterday, Ava cried at Walmart and so did I.

Here is what happened.

We were shopping on a normal Friday afternoon. Ava is a really good child. She sits in the cart like a wunderkind.  So I wasn't aware that she shoved her foot into the slot next to the alotted one. You know, the tiny, narrow slot that you can barley stick your finger in.

Needless to say, her foot was not coming out and it was getting red and puffy. I ran back into the store and was greeted with 'aww poor baby'. Let me tell you, I don't do well with people who aren't proactive and that's what I got with the Walmart employees. They tried prying her foot out themselves to which I asked them not to touch her as her foot was really swollen at this point.

A older tattooed biker gentleman noticed, actually everyone in the garden center noticed, and ran to get a crow bar and wrangled her foot loose. Thank you to my unlikely hero without whom my daughter probably would still be stuck in the cart at Walmart.