Stroller Racing

I think we had our first toddler tantrum today. It was at a Target department store, how classic. Likely Joaquin was hungry, but in the few minutes he was in the store, he decided he wanted to push the shopping cart. He loves to push strolllers and shopping carts. I mean obsessively loves to push shopping carts.
On our last plane trip, he joyfully spent most of his time in the airport pushing his stroller up and down the long waxed hallways. That was to the amusement of hundreds of fellow air travelers. The stroller appears to be moving by itself because he is too small to either look over the top or even the sides. Periodically he sticks his head around the stroller to get a direction bearing. This and his focus bring laughs. Not that Joaquin noticed. He was pure intent. Drive that stroller. I am sure he didn't hear the folks calling out "hey Mario" as in Mario Andretti the famous race car driver.
However, at Target the shopping carts are heavy and even with his expert stroller maneuvering skills he could not get the cart to budge. His quick frustration was followed by some loud crying and laying down on the floor. The laying down on the floor is the big difference in a toddler tantrum from the crying of the past. That, and knowing the exact cause is a desire inside his little soul. I laughed.

Joaquin entertained himself with stroller racing at the assisted living home of his great grandpa. Here his skill with a walker had competition from some of the residents. They thought he was adorable but perhaps also fearful as his reckless driving can be threatening to an octogenian.