I had to stop in at the grocery store on the way home today. So I left work at my usual time, walked the three minutes to where I was parked and then drove the two blocks to the daycare to get Deaglan. After buckling him in I gave him his sippy filled with cold water and a bag of seedless grapes to snack on and then drove to the nearby grocery store.
When he's in the car I always adjust the rearview mirror so that I can see him and the road behind me. After being away from him all day, I try to drink in that little face as much as I can. He's very serious about his after school snack and it's about the only time I'm not swearing under my breath that this kid just doesn't like anything I put in front of him.
At A&P I grab a cart and lift him in and then take out my wipes and clean the sides and handle of the cart. I only need a few things so I start at the produce aisle, grab the bananas and hummus, make my way over to the bakery and find the freshest whole wheat pita available and then finish off by getting a large brick of marble cheese and a bag of multigrain tostitos. Up until the chip aisle Deaglan has been content with the box of raisins I had handed him upon entering the store.
Chhhheeeps he begins to screetch at the top of his voice, cheeeeeps plllleeeeease. A few people look over and smile. Plllleeease!!!!!! he pleads.
I meet one of these smiling stranger's eyes and shrug slightly embarrassed.
"Sounds like he wants some chips," she laughs.
He couldn't be pleading for the bananas of course and it's about the only time in the last two days that he's remembered to say please. I feel like I've been caught red-handed. My first instinct is to explain to the lady that he only gets junk food once in a while and he has just finished daycare and and...and then I stop.
"Yes, he loves chips," I admit and then open the bag and give him two to stop the damn screetching.