Everyone wants in.

It's Wednesday, after the Lowes experience and Connor are in Wal-Mart. We are in the DVD's browsing for Christmas presents and he starts squirming, trying to chew on the metal back of the cart-seat that he is leaning against. I tell him no and hold my hand against his forehead so he can't bite down on the cart, which he thinks is hysterical.

In the time that it takes me to reach down and grab a DVD, he has bitten the metal bar behind the seat too hard and starts crying. I pick him up out of the cart and calm him down. Once he's over the drama, he starts trying to get out of my arms onto the floor. I put him back into the cart.

The Wal-Mart employee behind me says. "He's just playing you. I saw him trying that a few minutes ago and I knew he was going to start crying to try to get you to let him out of the cart. They do that." I didn't explain to her that, no, in fact that was actually his, "Mommy something just hurt me cry" not his fake cry which is preceded by his fake cough.

That's the thing about having a kid. Everyone wants in on the advice action. Even the Wal-Mart employees.