What is the point of going shopping if you cannot TAKE YOUR EYES OFF your child? LOL! No sneaking a peek at a price tag!
By 3 years old my children were well enough behaved that they could stand nearby looking at something while I shopped. If they moved out of my sight or were messing with something they had no business messing with, into the cart they went.
Really, I think it is impossible to shop for something (you must look at whatever you are shopping for, unless you have memorized the placement of all the items) and NEVER take your eyes off your child. Even if the child were in a cart, you shouldn't "take your eyes off them" because they try to stand or climb.
Since when is the object of shopping to take your eyes of your kids? If you're going shopping to get the kids out of your sight, it seems counterproductive to bring them with you. It isn't that hard to look at a price tag with the kid in a cart, my mother managed, while keeping an arm around me no less.
By 3 years old my children were well enough behaved that they could stand nearby looking at something while I shopped. If they moved out of my sight or were messing with something they had no business messing with, into the cart they went.
Did you let your 3 year old wander five feet away while you were busy? Were you ever too busy to realize they weren't beside you? My point was the mother herself didn't say she saw the mirror land on her son, she only said she heard the crash (if she had actually seen it you would think she'd say that instead). You say yourself if your child moved out of sight, they went in the cart.
Really, I think it is impossible to shop for something (you must look at whatever you are shopping for, unless you have memorized the placement of all the items) and NEVER take your eyes off your child. Even if the child were in a cart, you shouldn't "take your eyes off them" because they try to stand or climb.
I kept hold of my mother's pocket at all times. If she felt me let go, she'd grab a hold of me before I knew I was caught. Most of the time she actually carried me (and still managed to shop) or she kept me in the cart. Even in the cart she would walk with her arms around me (it felt like the safest place in the store). The ONLY reason I remember even wanting to stand in a cart is when it looked to me like she would walk away (she never did though, young minds). She also made sure I wasn't close enough to a shelf to climb or grab anything. In all instances I never left my mother's side, so she never had to worry about me being five feet away & getting trapped under something.