It’s 8:45 am and our son Sam and I are at the Hannaford Supermarket. It's Sunday and we are trying to get in and out before the crowds of people. The lights are bright in the store and the smell of cooking muffins fills the air. Our son is wearing PJ pants because we compromised that he could wear “monkey pants” if he put on socks and sneakers and he keeps standing up and down in the kids truck grocery cart we were lucky to find. Sam puts his hand to his ear and says “Mom, do you hear that?” There is a very loud alarm going off in the produce section. Our son also looks like we haven’t combed...