The boy has a minor cold, so he's been a little bit irritable. When that happens, his meltdowns come frequently and with force. To manage, we have to make sure to have planned activities so there isn't much down time.

Yesterday, one of these activities was for dad to take him to the store to pick up a few things. Temps are cold here, so I had to get him all bundled up in his hat and jacket. I know I'm biased, but when he gets all bundled up in his winter gear, he's quite adorable. Anyway, we get to the store, and I sit him in his stroller. As I strap him in, I adjust his hat, make sure his shoes are still on properly (he enjoys removing them while in his car seat), and give him a general once-over to make sure he's OK. People always look at babies, and when they do, I always feel like they're judging me as a parent. So I like to make sure he looks good. And of course, he looked as cute as ever.

We made our way into the store. There were only 3 things on the shopping list, so this wasn't expected to take long. Unfortunately, one of the things on the list was for me to pick up a greeting card, and I'm one of the ones who can't do that quickly. As I'm reading a couple of cards, I notice that he was trying to pull his hat off his head. We're inside, and the kid has a lot of hair, so I took it off so he didn't get too warm. Then we moved on.

I picked up the other two items on my list, then headed for the check-out. When I started to move, I noticed that there was something being dragged underneath the stroller. It turns out that it was one of his shoes. Apparently, he enjoys taking off his shoes in the stroller, too. So I pick up the shoe and put it in the little bag on the back of the stroller, along with his hat. We wait in line, then check out. Before we went back outside, I wanted to stop to put his hat and shoes back on. I sat down on a bench and turned him towards me in his stroller.

In front of me was a kid wearing one shoe, with some crazy mad-scientist hair and disturbing amounts of snot surrounding his nose and mouth. I looked at him and couldn't help but laugh. He laughed back.

"I don't know what you're laughing at, you're the one who looks like a runaway," I said. "You know how many people saw you looking like this? Why don't you just wear a sign that says, 'PLEASE call social serivces'?"

He started laughing even harder. A lady walking by peeked around the stroller. "He's so BEAUTIFUL!"

I smiled politely. "Thanks."

As she walked away, I said to him, "Wipe that smug look off your face. I still think you look like a runaway."