Heart Stopping Moment

Saturday morning, the boys and I headed into town for the parade that is put on every year by the local college as part of their homecoming week festivities. Did you know that Indiana Jones is going to college here? No joke.

I had my camera on the wrong setting, and the boys were tugging on my arms, so it's a little blurry, but you can still make out Indy's name!

Before the parade, I stopped into the local fabric/hobby shop to pick up a few things that I need for a fall wardrobe item...I'll be sure to show you when I'm done. I suddenly remembered a phone call I needed to make, but didn't have the number, so the lovely ladies at the store let me borrow their phone book. As my fingers were walking through the yellow pages, I saw that the number for the good ol' bead shop was still listed. It made me want to stand in the middle of 2nd Street and yell, "CAAARRRLLLAAA!" (Think Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire.) But, I had doubts as to whether she would be able to hear me all the way in Michigan, so I saved myself (and my boys) the embarrassment.

Anyway...

After the parade, we headed off to that horrible place that begins with a Wal and ends with a Mart for our groceries. I was dreading this trip. Although Awesome no longer sits on the floor throwing a fit when he doesn't get a toy, he is not a shopper. At all. To add to his normal impatience, it was almost lunch time and we were all getting hungry. Lucky for us, Saturday was sample day! Among the many yummy treasures we came across, we were able to try some Irish cheddar cheese. Big, fat chunks of cheese stuck on the end of a toothpick.

We paid for our stuff and walked out of the store. When we crossed the driving lane and were by the handicap parking spaces, Awesome decided that he wanted to throw his toothpick away in the trash can next to the store doors. He just turned and ran, didn't even say anything. On his way back, he didn't stop as he entered the driving lane. There was a big, red pickup RIGHT THERE, so I yelled "STOP!" Well, I thought I yelled, but by the way people were looking at me, there may have been some hysterical shrieking involved. Thank God that both Awesome and the driver heard me. That pickup managed to stop 1 foot from my six-year-old baby. After a few suffocating hugs, and a few stern words, my heart started beating again and we headed to the safety of our home.