Scenes From Wal-Mart

William George may or may not* have done the following during this morning's trip to Wal-Mart:

1)  Neatly snapped off each Goody's clip from the pack purchased for his sisters and nonchalantly tossed them out of the cart.  The pack of 12 covered the entire length of an aisle. 

2)  Insisted the lettuce was a ball and tossed it out of the cart repeatedly. 

3)  Gnawed on a box of Cheezit crackers and then angrily jumped up and down on the box when he realized he could not get the box opened. 

4)  Became fascinated with the egg container and kept trying to smash the lid. 

5)  Removed all of the yogurt from the flimsy cardboard containers, creating havoc during check out. 

6)  Unrolled the plastic bags in the produce department and then screamed when he had to wait while I was rolling the bags back around the dispenser. 

7)  Destroyed the bread by repeatedly grabbing the loaf in the center and smashing it. 

8)  Became frustrated when he realized a new thermos we were purchasing was empty (i.e., no "dink").  After spending 10 minutes willing the container to be filled with refreshing ice water (no, he was not hungry or thirsty; we had just had breakfast), he yelled and kept throwing the thermos around in the cart. 

9)  Once restrained in the upper cart, yelled "NOOOO!" throughout the store and wrestled frantically to get free.  He was successful on a dozen or so occasions.

10)  Scowled at a nice lady from church who then responded, "Look at that face! I've never seen him look like that." 

Remember this face?  That was the look he was giving to anyone who tried to talk with him. 

*Except he totally DID do all of those things -- and more.  Our groceries look like they were purchased at a bent/dent store.  I have no idea how he dents the cans, but he does -- he SO does.