I Hope This Never Happens To You...

My children are my pride and joy-no secret there. That being said, let's get on to what happened. Let me set the stage...
Yesterday was the best ever because it was super laid back. No plans, no demands, nothing like that. In fact, we ALL enjoyed a 3 hour nap! I was totally de-stressed from the holiday craziness and in a terrific mood. We went out to eat, putted around at Petsmart and Shoe Carnival just to have something to do. It was heaven on earth... until we had to make an evening run to Wal-Mart for food items for John, as he had to return to work today.
We finished on the food side of the store when I remembered I needed some stuff in the health and beauty department. I was browsing with Christian and Caroline and John had Caitlin on another aisle. I was having so much fun looking around at all of the hair care items, that is until Christian made his move. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him go to the back wall----where the big emergency exit doors are. It all happened so fast. Before I could get his whole name out of my mouth, he pulled the emergency handle. The sound was horrific. I have NEVER in my 26 years on this planet heard something that loud and obnoxious. It dropped the boy to his knees and he began to scream at the top of his lungs--I knew this because his face was red and his mouth was wide open, but it's not like I could hear him or anything. John came immediately, scooped him up, and tried to shut the alarm off. Not possible. In fact, the workers that showed up couldn't even get it to stop. Ooooonnnnn and Oooooonnnn and Oooooonnnnn......
We finally left the area, dazed and deaf. People all over that half of the store were running for cover and holding their ears. Many of them were yelling something about an idiot who set off the alarm. That's MY idiot, thank you---and he's a 3 year old little boy. Give the Momma some grace!! After literally 15 minutes of this, the alarm was turned off. We shuffled out the door quickly. I sat in the car frazzled and frustrated. From the back seat, a sweet little voice says, "Momma, I can't touch the door again right?" *deep sigh*