Please Don't Turn Me Into DCFS

Ask any mother what their worst nightmare is, and it will go a little something like this. It has taken me awhile to re-tell this story. But I am finally to the point where I can laugh at it......kind of.
The other day Bennett and I went to Target. He was asleep in his car seat, down in the basket of the cart. I had crouched down to look for something on the bottom shelf, leaving my cart right behind me. When I turned around my cart was gone, baby and all. Of course I panicked. I ran to the end of the isle, heading to the front door to have the rent-a-cop lock it. As I was on my way I saw a teenage kid, on his cell phone, pushing my cart. He had black shaggy hair, tattoos, and a number of piercings. Judging on his looks, he kind of looked like a baby-napper. Just as I saw him, he realized he had the wrong cart. With a look of horror on his face from just realizing he had accidentally wheeled off with a baby, he hung up his phone in a hurry. With tears in my eyes I grabbed my cart, not able to speak. The poor kid quickly started in, "I am so Sorry. It was an accident, I promise. I am so sorry". I replied back with the only word I could find, "You scared me, you scared me so bad." Due to my nervousness, my volume was high I'm sure. The whole event was over a matter of seconds but felt like hours. Although it was an accident on both our parts, I am still so mad at myself for letting it happen, but you better believe I have learned my lesson. From now on, whenever I am in public I always have a hand, foot or eye on my cart at all times.