How I learned that D.I. has very clean floors

I took Stephen and Boston to D.I. earlier this week to look for a few items.  Both boys insisted on ridding in the back of the shopping cart.  I had just found the perfect plaid shirt for Stephen to wear to dress like a farmer when WHAM, out of the corner of my eye I saw the shopping cart tips sideways and crash to the ground.  Both boys had been reaching for something and caused the cart to tip over.  It was right at my side when it happened and so I was very quick to bend down and “pick up the pieces.”  Stephen was unhurt – didn’t even cry - but Boston was crying really hard.  Two other customers rushed over to help and I kept saying that Boston seemed fine, he was just scarred.  Then the lady pointed out that his eye was swelling.  She ran off to find an employee to get some ice.  When she came back she asked if she could look at Boston’s head – she said she was a nurse.  She asked if it felt mushy!  Well, fortunately his head was not mushy but he did end up with a lovely shiner and a bruise along his ear.  At this point three employees had rushed over and one brought ice.  They were all so concerned.  Honestly I felt really stupid because it was my fault for letting the boys sit in the back together.  The whole event was rather traumatic.  I was sitting on the floor, cradling Boston in my lap for what seemed like forever (This is when I noticed how clean the floors were.)  He probably cried for less than five minutes but then we just sat there for a few more minutes while the employees and other customers fussed around us.  They even filled out an accident report.  Eventually, Boston recovered his usually cheerful personality and even managed to pull a bunch of shirts off a nearby rack while the employee was filling out the form. 

I got a phone call from “Brian, from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints” two days later asking if Boston was doing ok.  Yes, Boston is doing just fine.

Well, lesson learned: no more giant boys riding in the back of shopping carts together.  Boston gets strapped in the front seat and Stephen has to walk.