This past weekend we went for an early morning run around the lake. Miss M likes to wake up at the crack of dawn so we always get up and go for a run with her.
After the run, we often visit one of the local farmer's markets for some coffee, veggies and pastries. Yep, pastries. We go to the farmers market and buy pastries.
We were in line at the bakery and started chatting with the people in line behind us. They were holding a dog and I was holding Mollie. Girlie loves dogs. She jumps out of my arms and wants to touch every dog she sees. She finds them hilarious and cannot stop laughing when she seems them. She insists on petting every dog. We chit-chatted a bit about the baby, and the dog, and then it was my turn to order.
I looked at the cashier and ordered while Mollie was still pretty focused on the people behind us and the dog. I wasn't paying attention to what she was doing as I held her and ordered, while trying to balance baked goods and baby.
Finally I get our food and look at my child and see that she has her entire arm in the lady's purse.
I stared at Mollie and watched as she pulled something out of this stranger's purse.
I screamed and made an incredibly uncomfortable situation infinitely more uncomfortable by my reaction. The lady jumped as she noticed the baby's arm in her purse, and me, the lunatic, screaming and making a scene.
And then I grabbed my pastries, and my klepto baby, looked at the lady and screamed, "I'm sorry, I really promise I didn't train her to do that, I swear, I'm sorry...I'm really sorry.." as I ran to the car with the reddest face you have ever seen.
Continuing to apologize all the way to the car.
While holding baby.
And red faced.
The lady was long gone and I continued to say, I'm sorry, I swear, we are not thieves. I promise.
My child, the Klepto. And a hoarder. And so darn cute.