A Trip to the Grocery Store

This kid had me crying in the aisles, I was laughing so hard!! A trip to the grocery store turned into a riot. One of my least favorite places to go is the grocery store, but it's not that bad if I take Luke with me. He makes it fun.

He always wants to get the grocery cart that is shaped like a car and has a steering wheel. But I am always secretly wishing those aren't available. And I get lucky about half the time. No such luck last night. We got the 'big yellow car'. I hate those things - they are so hard to maneuver around the store.

Well, he was in a great mood. He was waving at everyone we passed. Most people would wave back or say 'hi'. One nice man who works at Kroger asked if he could give him a cookie out of the bakery. Sure. Can I really say no? So Luke was in heaven - riding in a big yellow car, eating a cookie while he gets pushed around the grocery store, pointing at things he wants.

So we went down one aisle and he waves at this man coming towards us. The man smiles and says 'hi'. That thrilled Luke, who then loudly asks "What's his name, Mommy?" I said, "I don't know, buddy, do you want to ask him what his name is?" Since the man was still standing there and heard Luke say that, I asked him for his name. He walks over to Luke, says "My name is Greg" and shakes his hand. Well, Luke got a really confused look on his face. If you'll remember from yesterday's posts, he just learned that his Daddy's name is Greg. I guess he doesn't realize that sometimes people have the same name.

Anyways, he was talking non-stop through the store. "Look, Mommy - crackers. I like crackers. Can we get some crackers?" Next was, "Look Mommy - cookies. I like cookies. Can we get some cookies. I like the chocolate ones." Then "Look Mommy - peanut butter. I like peanut butter. We have peanut butter at home. You make me a peanut butter sandwich for lunch. It was yummy." And on and on and on. Thankfully we haven't hit the "why" stage yet, but I'm sure that is coming very soon.

Then we passed a rack of Matchbox cars. "Look Mommy - cars!" So I let him pick one out. He chose the Ferrari. His dad and Grampa Joe would be pleased. He was such a good boy! (And by good, I mean - no screaming, no crying, no fits - which is still common with a 3-year old who has his own little opinions)!