I go to the mall religiously. Once a year. Maybe. My frequency might increase now that I’ve discovered one with a soft-play area perfect for Waleed to go nuts in. While I love playgrounds he is a little young for any sort of independent play there as they involve climbing stairs with large gaps and other challenges requiring hand-held monitoring which is just fine but the soft-play area in the mall is completely hands-free, he can climb on foam-like trucks and scamper through plastic tunnels and he can fall, fall, fall, literally flat on his face and hop up grinning because the floor- it too is soft. And while the attorney in me is wondering at how the mall justifies the potential liability of hundreds of falling kids each week, I am quite appreciative they have it, a place for him to play age-appropriately and for me to sit back and watch him attack things that are not my leather couch.
Except that thirty minutes into playing, he suddenly stopped playing, stared up at the Dillard’s in the distance, his jaw dropped in full astonishment like he had at last spotted the promised land and without even a moment’s warning broke into a full-blown waddling sprint towards it paying no mind to other shoppers or the rickety train carrying children driven by a teenage conductor heading straight for him [Granted it was a good three stores away but the sight of their oncoming collision course as theoretical as it may have been, still gives me chills]. It took me a full thirty seconds to tackle him, and while the sandals were admittedly at remarkably good deals, it still didn’t merit a Filenes running of the bride reenactment.
Ofcourse it made me re-question my stance on the leash. The one dressed up like monkeys or bunnies [and once I saw a child on an actual leash made for dogs not gussied up with any fuzzy creature]. Pre-parenthood I admit it, when I saw parents trotting their children with these leashes I judged them. But now, while I’m still not at a place where I think he needs a leash since he sits just fine in a stroller or the Ergo I do get it- funny the parenthood thing, one has the most opinions on the matter right before they actually are parents.
It appears he was hungry [and since most of our trips are to grocery stores, perhaps his hungry belly simply saw a store and thought therein must lie food]. I sat across from the Go.diva Shop in the mall to feed him and as I saw the trickle of people [by which I mean one person in thirty minutes who stopped in and purchased a truffle.] I wondered- how do they stay in business in the malls? As I stared at the lacksadaisacal store employees I couldn’t help think of Breaking Bad and Los Pollos Hermanos and while I know the elite chocolatier chain sells just chocolates I couldn’t help think what a nifty money laundering operation it could be should they be one. Which they’re not. Ofcourse. But. It speaks to how amazing that show is and how thoroughly it messes with your head. [If you don’t watch Breaking Bad and this paragraph made entirely no sense, you really should catch up- its awesome]
Leashing, laundering, and Dillard’s. I told you it was random. Thoughts? Any randomness floating your boat today?