Dear woman at Toys R Us,
Now that I am in a better mood I can clearly see that I was a total you-know-what today.
I should know by now to not let David out of my sight.
And when you returned him to me and then later approached me with raised eyebrows
and told me that "he was heading outside!,"
I should have thanked you profusely for keeping my little guy safe
instead of snidely remarking,
"So I need to watch him better? Is that what you're trying to say?"
I'm sorry I took my frustration out on you.
No doubt I am a total brat sometimes.
(Just ask my husband for verification on this.)
Let's face it- this whole mothering thing is a bit over my head sometimes.
And it will definitely take the entire village to raise my David.
He's bound and determined to not make it to his next birthday.
My little Houdini.
Anyways, you're great.
Thanks for helping me today.
Let's have lunch in the next life.