Yesterday we went to Target to purchase the most adorable brown boots I've ever seen, for Eva. Of course, that wasn't our original intent in the Target trip, but it was our best purchase.
We were in the parking lot getting ready to get back in the car. I left Eva sitting in the cart while I strapped Leighton into his carseat. When I looked back to where I had left the cart, at the bumper of the van, it was gone. More confused than panicked, I ran back there. No Eva. I looked over to my right, and there she was, floating away across the parking lot with the most confused look on her face.
It was the funniest thing to see, and I just laughed as I chased after the runaway cart. She had gotten pretty far away and would have knocked into the cart parking thing, so it was a good thing the parking lot was fairly empty. I told her how funny it was that she was just rolling away, and she couldn't stop talking about it for a little while. "Mama, I scared you. I was rolling away!"
Maybe I'll write a children's book: The Runaway Shopping Cart. Like unto the runaway bunny, but with a more materialistic (we were at Target) and modern twist.