holiday shopping

Yesterday we were finishing up our Christmas shopping and stopped at Trader Joes to buy some treats for Mick, he eats super healthy and I admire that, so its a good place to get him some holiday treats.
I personally love Trader Joes. Every time I shop there, I can feel my super mom cape blowing in the wind as I walk out the door with my head held high, brown paper bags in hand.

There's just one little problem. Whenever I shop there, I feel like I have snuck into the meeting of some super secret society of uber healthy hipsters and yuppies. And they can smell the high fructose corn syrup pumping through my veins. They smile to my face but turn their nose in the air and roll their eyes when I walk by.

So imagine my horror when I lost my kid (for a nano-second) in the snack aisle and freaked out! And called her name only to turn around and look straight into the eyes of the super-cool-shaggy haired-guy giving out samples of organic artichoke dip on teeny tiny toast as he hollered "back here". In his too-cool-for-school-and-waaay-too-cool-for-kids voice.
And my little angel bopped around the corner and came back to me.

I guess I should have known that no one in that store would have stolen my sticky little Elle, especially with the faint smell of chips ahoy all over her.