Tags: In This Issue, Infant & Baby, Parenting, Toddler
It's time for my kids and I to make our weekly trip to the grocery store. I have my usual list. This week for added excitement my wife tacked on a few mystery ingredients too. Queso Fresco anyone? There are also veggies on the list that I can't identify. Shallots? And what's the difference between scallions and green onions?
Upon arrival, I buckle my baby into the shopping cart. Once secured, she does the following: Licks the grocery cart handle, pulls whatever she can off shelves, crumples, rips and eats a portion of grocery list, then finally tries to escape.
My two oldest kids usually hang off the sides of the cart like garbage men in training. This makes my cart as wide as an entire grocery aisle, and adds an extra 80 pounds to navigate through the store. I'm not making hairpin turns in this thing. It's more like the first time I drove my Jeep Cherokee after years of driving a Geo Prism.
My daughter spends her time convincing me she "needs" certain foods for her school lunch, or it would be "really special" if we bought princess curly straws. My son takes a stealth approach. He quietly grabs things from the shelf and sneaks them into the cart, like a ninja.
After close to an hour, it's time to check out.
The checker gives me a strange look as she rings up a box of granola bars with half them already eaten. Next, she rings up a box of pasta with the corner chewed off. My baby decided to get her recommended daily allowance of fiber from a cardboard pasta box.
After surviving our trip to the store, it's time to unload the car at home, but that sure seems like a lot of work, and I'm exhausted. I think I'll order a pizza for dinner.