I pre-warn Cody that we are not looking at the toys, we are not going to buy a toy, we are not going to buy candy (we were just at the dentist), do not poke the meat, I don't care how much allowance I owe you... you're not buying a toy, stay with me, no you can't push the cart... I like my heels just the way they are, and don't heeley into anyone (shoes with the wheels). The only warning I have for Conner is.... NO SUCKING ON THE STAPH INFECTED CART! I'm sure I left something out.
Today's list of items are milk, diapers, hamster food, and pork chops. It's a simple list. Not too extravagant... I should be in and out in no time. Oh how the Grocery Store Gods work there clever magic on us mothers! It starts off with Conner sneezing and gobs of green, boogery, goo comes out. Of course I am the furthest distance away from any sort of papery goods to wipe his nose. He decides to rub it all over his face. Oh well, now we really blend in the other customers. We then proceed to the produce section... should I get some vegetables? Nah, that's what ketchup is for. On we go. We then go to get some pork chops. Cody obviously forgot the rules.
We are about to pass the video games and toy isles. Quickly now. Don't stop. Maybe Cody won't notice where we are. Oh crap he looked over. I knew we should've cut through housewares. "Mom...Can I look at the video games?" "Okay." (Yes, I caved. He's a sneaky one. He knows when I'm at my weakest.) "Mom.... Can." "No!" "Ca" "No!" "Can I" "Shut it!" "But why?"