I dislike grocery shopping on the weekend for the obvious reasons. I have been avoiding going for days so I really had no choice. Look who decided to come.
Yes, I know the picture is blurry. I had to sneak it in. And yes, I wondered what he was up to. I had to keep my eye on him just like when he was a kid, otherwise I would be checking out with sugar-laden, overly-processed food. I did pretty well. I only ended up with some French Vanilla Creamer (don’t ask me why) and Chocolate Syrup that I didn’t know he snuck (this doesn’t seem like it is the word I should be using) into the cart. I did catch and was able to put back pop tarts, ice cream and a pie. It was actually an enjoyable time. Who knew? Maybe he will come with me again. Overall a total win.
