Little mister was up early the other day and we didn’t want him to wake our hosts. So I found the nearest Walmart and off we went!

Big stores have been a godsend for both Leo and I: he gets to run around, have fun, and explore; I get a non-fussy toddler and can check a few items off my list. Win-win.

First off, he ran in and started flirting with a lady in the bakery. Typical.

Next, he found a fellow shopper (not many around 6 am) and proceeded to commandeer her cart. He got very sad when I told him that she needed it back. Lots of crying as we proceeded to get him his OWN shopping cart.

Happy.

He needed to take a break upon seeing this:

He stood on it for a second, seemed satisfied, and off we went. Leo gives the push, I give the direction.

Somehow, against all odds, he spotted this while blazing through the isles, and came to a dead stop to inspect it further:

Random. Boy knows his stuff.

Going into the toys section was a bad idea. I knew it, but reacted too late. Leo spotted this truck and immediately needed it. Much wailing. I proceeded to snap a picture. Bad dad? Perhaps.

Next up, the giant floor cleaner. Only at 6am. Leo was intrigued and very bashful when the rider smiled and waved while going past.

All in all, a great trip, followed by a power nap on the way home. Thank you, Sam Walton.