says while putting the lettuce back.
“Wait a minute,” I laugh. “Things can’t go into the cart unless they’re on the list?”
“Well, no. But I don’t need lettuce. Why would I buy it if I don’t need it?”
“I thought a salad would be nice to eat on Wednesday,” I answer pointing to the box that said spaghetti. She thinks about it for a second, agrees, writes lettuce on the list, crosses it off, then adds it back into the cart.
“Wow, you need to give me that list right now,” I say as I grab the list out of her hand again. “Walk on the wild side. Shop for your groceries without every meal planned out.”
She gives me a pouty face then smiles. “But what if I forget something?”
“Then we’ll wing it.”
I push her cart up to the deli section after she puts a few more fruits and vegetables in the cart. I noticed that everything she puts in the cart is on the list.
“Do you have this list memorized?” I wonder.
“Well, not the whole thing. Just the things I get every week,” she explains.
I pull a number and wait to be called on to order lunch meat. I look in the case and see that roast beef is on sale. I haven’t had hot roast beef sandwiches in forever. When it is our turn, I order a pound of beef and a pound of American cheese.
“Roast beef, what did you get that for?” Bailey questions me.
“We’re going to have hot roast beef sandwiches this week. My mom used to make them all the time when we would have bad weather.”
She wrinkles her nose, but doesn’t say anything. I know she really wants to tell me that roast beef sandwiches are not on her weekly menu, but she is doing a good job holding it in.
“I guess that does sound good. I don’t think I’ve ever had one before,” she admits.
“You’ll love them.”
The rest of the shopping pretty much goes the same way. I put something in the cart, and she questions my motives. I start putting very random things in just to see the smoke come out of her ears. I add rigatoni instead of the angel hair pasta that she always uses. When we get to the toilet paper aisle, I purposely put in the wrong brand. Further down that aisle, I toss paper towels into the cart like it was a basketball net. When I make a swoosh, I raise my arms above my head and yell “Nothing but net.”
“That’s an awfully big net you’re working with,” she answers smartly.
“If you think you can do it, you try.” We switch places, me behind the cart and her a few feet down the aisle. She picks up a roll of paper towels and just as she jumps and lets go, I jerk the cart away from her, so her roll lands on the floor. Her jaw drops, and she runs up to grab the roll of the floor as I run around the cart to block her. I press up against her putting my best defensive moves on her, but she jukes around me, jumps up for a shot, and nails it. She dances around me in celebration.
“That’s a technical foul for excessive celebration.” I call out as she continues to dance down the aisle pushing the cart.
“Don’t be jealous of my moves,” she calls over her shoulder as she rounds the corner. I just shake my head at her. This woman makes grocery shopping fun.
We finish the shopping trip with a lot more food than she has on her list, but after the mid-store basketball game, she stopped caring and even threw a few things in the cart as well. While we were in the store, it started pouring, so I went to get the car she got a couple of movies out of the RedBox.
We spend the rest of the night enjoying our hot roast beef sandwiches, a ton of junk food, and watching another Channing Tatum movie. How many movies has this guy made?
Emerson is in my living room, napping on the couch. I stand there watching her sleep more often than I’d like to admit. I have so much fun with this little girl. I have truly bonded with her in our short month together.
We have made it through the month of June together, and I think it has been a huge success. I end
“Wait a minute,” I laugh. “Things can’t go into the cart unless they’re on the list?”
“Well, no. But I don’t need lettuce. Why would I buy it if I don’t need it?”
“I thought a salad would be nice to eat on Wednesday,” I answer pointing to the box that said spaghetti. She thinks about it for a second, agrees, writes lettuce on the list, crosses it off, then adds it back into the cart.
“Wow, you need to give me that list right now,” I say as I grab the list out of her hand again. “Walk on the wild side. Shop for your groceries without every meal planned out.”
She gives me a pouty face then smiles. “But what if I forget something?”
“Then we’ll wing it.”
I push her cart up to the deli section after she puts a few more fruits and vegetables in the cart. I noticed that everything she puts in the cart is on the list.
“Do you have this list memorized?” I wonder.
“Well, not the whole thing. Just the things I get every week,” she explains.
I pull a number and wait to be called on to order lunch meat. I look in the case and see that roast beef is on sale. I haven’t had hot roast beef sandwiches in forever. When it is our turn, I order a pound of beef and a pound of American cheese.
“Roast beef, what did you get that for?” Bailey questions me.
“We’re going to have hot roast beef sandwiches this week. My mom used to make them all the time when we would have bad weather.”
She wrinkles her nose, but doesn’t say anything. I know she really wants to tell me that roast beef sandwiches are not on her weekly menu, but she is doing a good job holding it in.
“I guess that does sound good. I don’t think I’ve ever had one before,” she admits.
“You’ll love them.”
The rest of the shopping pretty much goes the same way. I put something in the cart, and she questions my motives. I start putting very random things in just to see the smoke come out of her ears. I add rigatoni instead of the angel hair pasta that she always uses. When we get to the toilet paper aisle, I purposely put in the wrong brand. Further down that aisle, I toss paper towels into the cart like it was a basketball net. When I make a swoosh, I raise my arms above my head and yell “Nothing but net.”
“That’s an awfully big net you’re working with,” she answers smartly.
“If you think you can do it, you try.” We switch places, me behind the cart and her a few feet down the aisle. She picks up a roll of paper towels and just as she jumps and lets go, I jerk the cart away from her, so her roll lands on the floor. Her jaw drops, and she runs up to grab the roll of the floor as I run around the cart to block her. I press up against her putting my best defensive moves on her, but she jukes around me, jumps up for a shot, and nails it. She dances around me in celebration.
“That’s a technical foul for excessive celebration.” I call out as she continues to dance down the aisle pushing the cart.
“Don’t be jealous of my moves,” she calls over her shoulder as she rounds the corner. I just shake my head at her. This woman makes grocery shopping fun.
We finish the shopping trip with a lot more food than she has on her list, but after the mid-store basketball game, she stopped caring and even threw a few things in the cart as well. While we were in the store, it started pouring, so I went to get the car she got a couple of movies out of the RedBox.
We spend the rest of the night enjoying our hot roast beef sandwiches, a ton of junk food, and watching another Channing Tatum movie. How many movies has this guy made?
Emerson is in my living room, napping on the couch. I stand there watching her sleep more often than I’d like to admit. I have so much fun with this little girl. I have truly bonded with her in our short month together.
We have made it through the month of June together, and I think it has been a huge success. I end
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