Thinking of a Change of Profession...

I have decided I am going to change my profession. (Stay at home mom is a profession right?)
Im going to earn my millions as a professional child kidnapper. Apparently I have quite the talent for it.
ok, I kid. Mostly because I prefer to keep children with their rightful parents. (heaven knows I dont need any extras) So my kidnapping skills will have to continue to apply to my own children.
So we were at the mall last night. Shakes was at Pac Sun looking for new Jeans and I took the kids to the pet store to look at the animals while we waited. Kate (4 year old) LOVES the cats, and they are in the front corner of the store. I get uneasy leaving her up there alone to look at them because it would be so easy for someone to grab her. The store is small, and I can hear them anywhere in the store, but Im just not comfortable with it (I also just hate non supervised children in general) So I was desperately trying to keep all three kids in eye site as we checked out the animals.
Kate would not listen. She kept running off. I told her we were almost to the kittens and she could see them then, but that she needed to stay where I could see her. She flipped out. She threw a tantrum worthy of a 18 month old. Screaming and laying on the floor kicking. I told her to stand up. She got up and ran over to the kittens. I told her that wasnt cool, and that she needed to wait because the boys were still looking at the mice and she flipped again. At this point Im done. If it had been Andrew or Dylan I would have known how to calm them down and distract them. No matter what I do Kate just keeps crying. I just dont *get* her right now. So here is my heaving mess of four year old on the floor. I know none of you other parents would have thoughts like this, but at this point I was mentally ready to cause some serious bodily harm to her. Something along the lines of "I will give you a reason to cry..." Shakes walked in right then. Perfect timing. I told him he had the boys, and he was welcome to go down to Powell's books, but that Kate had earned herself a trip to the car.
This is where the kidnapping part comes in.
No, I didnt beat her or anything. Im actually proud of how well I kept my temper. But you would think that a kidnapper would have to be very patient otherwise they would just let the kid go back to their parents.
Kate did not want me. She wanted Daddy. (probably because she knew I wasnt going to let her get away with being a punk-Daddy is a bit of a softy) She decided to pull the limp noodle trick, I held her by the arm and half dragged her out of the pet store. Next she tried the run away trick, but I had her hand and if there is one thing my big flapper hands are good for its holding on to things well. She decided to do the full on collapse thing again and at that point I picked her up and hefted her over my shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
This entire time she is screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Leave me alone!"
"Help me!"
"I want my Daaaaaaddddddddy!"
Not a single person stopped me on the way out, and its not like we were easy to miss. Here is this big pregnant lady walking along the sidewalk with a standard size 4 and a half year old at full volume slung over her shoulder.
See! I should so be a kidnapper.
We got to the car and I strapped her in, closed the door, and leaned against the wall across the sidewalk. I figured it was safer to let her just cry it out. I was just going to rile things up more if I talked to her. After the third time of checking in and asking her if she was ready to calm down, she said yes and we walked hand in hand to meet Daddy.
This is the second time I have ever had to carry a kid out of the store like this. Last time it was Andrew when he was 2. We made him leave the Thomas the Train display at ToysRus.
He screamed for the train though- not daddy. I almost dropped him also because he was VERY wiggly.
I always go out of situations like those feeling like such a super mom (hear the sarcasm?)
Sadly I dont have any pictures of the situation- as entertaining as they would have been.