Monday, February 26, 2007
We put the gross in grocery shopping
Pushing a wonky-wheeled cart through the market is always an adventure when there's a preschooler calling the shots as you go.
From deciding what vegetables to buy (red, orange and yellow peppers; red and "silver" potatoes; but NOT the asparagus, which I managed to slip into the cart unnoticed anyway) to what cheeses looked best, Ittybit has become a grocery guru.
There's something almost mystical about her talents:
For instance, as soon as the butcher handed us our pound of stew beef she had decided to cradle it in her arms and call it "her baby." She even told the cashier not to put her "baby" in the plastic bag, knowing full well that plastic is not a toy and not to be triffled with.
She had other, big sisterly plans: "I need to rock him to sleep."
The bagger gave me a look I instantly recognized as the trying-not-to-laugh face pinch.
I told her confidentially: "we save a lot of money on dolls, not to mention the added bonus of being to eat her babies."
In hindsight, I'm thinking it wasn't a really appropriate response.