Danger Zone

I took the plunge and purchased a sewing machine.  I figured if I can teach myself to knit then I can teach myself to sew.  Armed with the knowledge acquired from my Sewing for Dummies book and my instruction manual, I took the kiddies with me to the craft store to purchase some supplies.  While we were there, Angela found a small baby doll in the clearance section.  I figured I had a better chance hitting the lottery than extracting it from her hand without incident, so I told Alice to pick something out too.  (Those lessons in fairness have been totally ingrained in me thanks to my mother). 

Alice found a pair of Disney princess binoculars that thrilled her and we made our way to the cashier.  I knew that Angela relinquishing the doll to be scanned simply would not happen.  I placed my items down on the counter and proceeded to pick up Anglea so the attendant could use the handheld scanner on the doll.  Fearing that her possession would leave her grasp, Angela immediately began shrieking.  She finally settled down when I put her on the ground and she realized that the doll never left her hand.  Still, as we walked from the store, she kept saying, "Baby" over and over again.  (My sister thinks she sounds like a player Frenchman when she says it).  An armored truck driver noted the incident and commented to me, "Good luck trying to get that out of her hands."

I laughed and agreed.  I told him that I would have a better chance getting the money he was holding from him. 

The sad thing is I was probably right.