Not My Finest Moment

We were in Wal-Mart the other day. When it was time to cash out Paul went to the car, both of the kids said that they were going to go out with him. At the last minute Wyatt changed his mind.

So Paul and Josie went out to the car and Wyatt and I were in the store in the check out lane when Wyatt asked if he could look at Pokemon cards (of course), so I said 'Yes, for a few minutes'.

I get all checked out, life is good. I get out to the car, no one is there yet so I start putting our stuff in the car. Laddy Da, putting groceries in the trunk.

I see Paul and Josie walk up the car...when Paul says "Where is Wyatt?"

To which, I answer "Isn't he with you?"

"Uh-no." Looking at me like I was completely insane.

All of a sudden a REALLY big light bulb went off "Holy Crap! I left him in the store!"

I left the cart and our stuff with Paul and hurried into the store, hoping that Wyatt was still oblivious to my parenting shortfall, looking at his beloved Pokemon cards.

No such luck.

I walked into the store, Wyatt was standing just inside; not crying, but most definitely on the verge of tears (and who could blame him). As soon as he saw me, he started crying.

I don't think I have ever felt so bad in my life.

I apologized and explained my mistake...he is fine now, but will most likely be more Leary in the future about leaving me at the checkout.