The other day I stopped at my LRS (Local Running Store) to pick up a new pair of trainers with my youngest daughter. She’s 22 months and I’m lucky she has cute chubby cheeks and red springy curls, because maybe I can go back to the LRS again. I don’t know what it is, but every time I bring my kids with me to the LRS, havoc ensues. I swear they behave at the grocery store (usually). I can take them out to dinner (and I’ve only needed to request to-go boxes before dinner arrived a couple of times). I can take them to the doctor (and I’ve only worried once or twice that one of them broke a bone from jumping off the exam table). But when I take them to the running store it’s almost always a disaster!
And I blame these 5 things for making children in a running store worse than bull in a china shop.