at the wal-mart

here is a funny story that happened to me at "the wal-mart". we ran in to get some things that i forgot when i was there two days ago, and forgot when i was at target the day before that.
i was trying to keep them happy and calm at checkout when maggie noticed a whole end cap full of goldfish crackers. molly and carson were begging for gum and ashton was asking for some sort of sour spray. i compromised on two packs of trident that they could share and started hauling off the cart to the exit.
there was some nice old man that kindly let me walk in front of him while he waited for me to get my ducklings in a row. when we were right outside the door maggie starts screaming in my ear "HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY" what baby, what on earth is wrong? "HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY"
she screams. but she is looking at that old man. he turns and kind of sheepishly looks at her, and she proceeds to scream for all of the patrons at the wal-mart to hear, "HEY DOZE ARE MY GOWD FISH, MINE" oh my, maggie there aren't any goldfish around here honey, please stop screaming. "HEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYY STOP!!!"
"RIGHT DARE, DAT MAN HAS MY GOWD FISH. HEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY! MINE!!!!"
and yes, sure enough the man has a bag of gold fish in his sack. he just sort of stares at us and goes on his way. that really set her off and she is wriggling to get out of my one arm that is holding her and not the cart. i race to the van and strap the screaming child in while everyone else is just happily chewing their trident.
i mean, seriously, what one year old has enough gall to go chase down a stranger and steal his goldfish? maggie juliette i guess.