Ode to Target

Oh Target...how I love thee
I could visit you every day
So I don't understand why you seem to bring
The worst out in my daughter with each new stay.

Could it be the "fun" shopping carts that start it all
You know...the ones that we want to avoid
When we put our little ones in the "other" carts
It's just the beginning of being annoyed.

Or could it be the Target Dollar Spot
You walk right into
full of all the knick-knacks & gadgets
Just beckoning to a little one that is 2.

Or maybe it's the bubbles, chalk, or candies
that lovingly wait in the aisles
just hoping to grab the attention
and start a little smile.

But alas, the 2 year old is with her Momma
and her Momma doesn't buy all the hype
And has to endure all the turmoil
and blog about it at night.

Target, my trip tonight was exhausting
everyone heard her cries
And watched her poor little Momma
try to finish gathering supplies.

So, in the future, when you decide
where you should place all those great buys
Try to put some in other places
away from little eyes.

In the end, my dear Target
should you take heed to my requests
This Momma will be happy, her baby will be quiet
and a big thank you will come from your guests.


*written once I got home from a trip to Target that included, but was not limited to, a 17 minute screaming temper tantrum with my usually loving, sweet, 2 year old daughter.*