CLEAN UP IN AISLE 2

My son led a high speed chase through Macy's department store with 2 sales clerks and moi in hot pursuit. Thankfully, no one was injured. Many, many, many racks of ladies socks, bras and underwear were however.

The trouble is, Lu has a laugh so contagious that I am often times not able to properly parent him. He was giggling like a maniac as he high tailed it behind cash registers, counters and other places the customer is not allowed (c'mon Lu, shopping 101). I would try (really, I swear) to sternly say "NO LU!" as he ducked and weaved out of my reach, looking over his shoulder and laughing hysterically as I grabbed a fistful of air. The minute I would catch him, he'd wiggle free, knowing full well I was completely under his evil powers of cuteness. Apparently, so were the Sales Ladies — bless their 60 year old, pant suit wearing, over made-up selves. They chased him too, not as fast as me, but they tried. And this made it even funnier to Lu, who's laugh would then of course render us useless. In the end, he laid down in the middle of the perfume department, making pretend snow angels, a path of destruction behind him.

I'm hoping that by the time they closed the store that evening, the southeast corner of the Rosedale Macy's looked a little less like tornado alley and a little more like a Woman's Undergarment Department. Oh Lulu, it will be a very long time before you set foot in Macy's again.