It started as an ordinary morning shopping at Walmart.... Yes our new super walmart has an escalator. I wanted to just run in QUICK for a few things.... Chocolate milk, bread, book, cheese..... you get the picture. Everything was going fine until we were leaving the store. Cassie loves riding on the escalator and she also loves helping carry things. She choose the Chocolate milk this time. (I know.... what was i thinking) We were trying to carry it together but she is all about doing everything herself these days (except for using the potty) any way things were going fine until i thought she was going to take a step down on the escalator and I started to pull her back up. Well she lost her grip on the milk and it hit the step, punctured, bounced in the air and hit the lady down from us square on the back. She was PISSED! she was dressed to kill in a gorgeous suit and high heel boots. She started screaming "do you know how much it's going to cost to have this cleaned?" I was trying NOT to laugh and offered to pay for the cleaning while handing her some wet wipes (she didn't want them). She looked at Cassie and I (I was dressed in baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt) and said NO.... I think you need the money more than i do and she stomped off. WELL.... who does she think she is? The whole time Cassie just stood there saying.... It's a big mess





















