Boundaries

On that fateful trip to IKEA, wherein we availed ourselves of those marvelous swizzle sticks (which really do, incidentally, serve as quite satisfactory baby spoons...), Nathan pushed the cart. It was one of those weirdly minimalistic IKEA carts. Everything's pretty minimalistic at IKEA. Except for soda preparation.

Anyway, all that to say that Nathan was pushing one of those contraptions that looks like a shopping cart, is constructed like a shopping cart, but merely serves the purpose of a stroller, because the actual shopping cart part has been cut off to save space. Which is a much better idea than it sounds, because Nathan was pushing this particular minimalistic cart. And because there was no actual ... er ... cart to this shopping cart, he managed to avoid bumping into anything.

It was great. Nathan felt very pround and important, and Isaiah had quite a thrilling ride.

Actually, Nathan was being a very responsible driver, but Dadders kept his hand on the cart, just in case.

Suddenly Nathan stopped the cart, looked sternly and solemnly up into his father's eyes, and said "Uh-oh."

The Meep-bug then took Dadders hand off the cart and placed it firmly at his side.

And then, with boundaries clearly laid out, they all resumed the doopa-doopah.