Today, I had my first real shopping cart “fun” with Scotland. He stood up in the seat, so I pulled him out “for a minute.” When the time came for me to check out, I needed to put him back in the seat. I literally couldn’t get him in. He was holding on to the handle bar so tightly I couldn’t peel him away. As the cashier saw me juggling him, my purse, my credit card, the items in my cart, then him again, She said: “You know our carts have seat belts.” Yes. I know. . .