This happened about a month or so ago. However, I am so mortified that I haven't been able to post about it. I am finally able to talk about it and getting brave enough to think about going back to the quilt shop.
Around here there are only two quilt shops that I know of. Anyway, one of these stores is not a problem for me to take my kids to. They have an area with toys and my kids love it. They sit and play with the toys and have a great time. Last time I was there with Jake I told him it was time to go and he looked at me and said "See ya later, Mom." He wanted me to just leave him there to play with the toys!
Well, one day I needed to go to the other store, I won't mention the name. They have more quilt fabric than the other. I had to take both kids with me, which is never my favorite choice but I don't have time to get there and back by the time kindergarten is over so I have to take them both. I think they frown upon little children there, or maybe just mine. I needed a few things and then I was considering getting a "Bad Dad" kit by Quilt Soup to hang in the playroom.
Jake has a daily uniform he wears. Overalls. He's 2 but only weighs 20lbs on a good day. I can't find pants that are long enough that will stay up on him. He puts his hands in the bib part often and was doing so at the store. I think he just likes his hands to be warm. I didn't think anything of it. At one point he told an older lady he had a wet diaper. She told him he must have a diaper on because she didn't see a puddle. I was embarassed because I figure it's not the social norm to potty talk with complete strangers at the quilt shop. Well, that was nothing compared to his next move.
This store has a little ramp. My kids were walking up and down it. Then I hear someone say something about a dirty diaper on the floor. There had been another little boy running up and down some steps next to the ramp. I figured it was his. Jake was standing right by me at the time. One of the ladies asked me if it was his. Of course I said no. My child would not take his diaper off and especially not at the store, plus he was completely dressed Then I felt his little rear end, just to be sure. To my utter humiliation his little bum was bare! It was his diaper. He must have been playing with the tabs. I put my stuff on the counter and took him out to the car, dirty diaper in hand. I changed him and then had to face the complete embarassment of going back in the store to pay for my stuff. Needless to say I did not buy the Bad Dad kit. I couldnt' get out of there soon enough. I told the lady he had never done that, which he really never has. I don't think she believed me. She looked at me like "that's what they all say."
Now, do I dare enter the doors of this shop again, or do I resign myself to online fabric shopping from now on?