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Mom leaves ‘baby’ in car while she shops at Target – promises others that he’s OK

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We all know that a Target run is never really as simple as we intend it to be. First, the Dollar Spot lures us in. Then the kids’ clothing section, followed by the the Hearth & Hand display that makes us want to put everything in our cart. The next thing you know, you’ve spent over an hour and $200 when all you’d planned on was a “quick” trip inside.

That’s partly why people were so shocked at first when they saw a mom’s Instagram post go viral for admitting that she left her baby in the car while running into Target. Luckily, though, it became clear that the whole thing wasn’t the act of a neglectful mom, but rather one big hilarious joke.

 

The reel was shared in early March by influencer Bonnie Engle

It’s been going viral ever since, with millions of views and more than 1,000 comments.

In it, a camera does a close-up on a handwritten sign taped inside the window of a car. It reads: “My baby is OK. He has his snacks and a drink! I’m in Target. Be back soon!”

 

At first read, that message is enough to make the heart stop

After all, there have been far too many upsetting stories about babies and toddlers being left inside hot cars. But luckily, this wasn’t that kind of story.

As the camera pans away from the handwritten window sign, we begin to see that Engle’s “baby” is not much of a baby at all.

Instead, it’s her husband.

“Please no judgment,” Engle’s caption reads. “He is safe & well.”

 

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