This evening, Minime was desperate for a warm chocolate chip cookie, and there were no cookies in the house, no chocolate in the house at all (WHY IS NO ONE BRINGING ME CHOCOLATE?!?!! WTF!?) I was in my super comfy pj pants by 4:30 PM after a ridiculously busy day, so I was not at all interested in putting on layers of clothes to trudge around the grocery store. I told her I’d drive her there and she could go in and purchase the cookie dough. Minime was shocked by this suggestion for some reason and stomped off to her room.
She emerged from her room a few minutes later, shoes and coat on, apparently ready to go to the grocery store. I drove with the chihuahua riding shotgun and let her out at the entrance, where I idled, pretending like I was going to put videos in the dropbox or something. I realized after she’d dashed inside that she’d never gone inside the grocery store alone! Could she handle it?
Minime returned maybe three minutes later with cookie dough in hand and a list of all the things she almost bought with my money. She was excited over the simple idea of being in the grocery store on her own doing the shopping while I sat in the car talking to the dog. Minime declared that grocery shopping was “so cool!” and said I should always sit in the car. Uhhhhh, no, but I’m glad that she’s still able to be blown away by new things, by new moments to show her independence.