Stuck

Jonathan and I went to Fred Meyer today to do some quick shopping. I don't go there very often but I didn't feel like braving the crowds today at Winco, and not to mention having to bag my own groceries. Today was a have someone else bag my groceries type of day no matter what the cost. I unloaded my groceries and was getting Jonathan out of the shopping cart. I was pulling him out and he would not budge. I could lift him up a little but he was stuck. I kept checking if his feet were stuck, as I pulled and tugged harder. The front of the cart would start to fold up as I was tugging on him. I was getting really frustrated. Jonathan was crying, I felt like crying as the struggle continued, and continued. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to go to customer service to help me out or call the freakin fire department, or personally dismantle the blasted cart with a blow torch when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. What is that underneath his jacket? What is that little strap like thing right there? OH...it's the seatbelt. Forgot about that little contraption. Unclick...problem solved. I'm probably going to have to take Jonathan to the Chiropractor after all that pulling, twisting, and tugging I put him through. Another day in the life of Kristi.