We were checking out at the grocery store and the babies were crying in unison. My nine year old, wishing to be helpful, goes to the end of checkout and starts bagging things coming down the line. I'm semi nervous that the checker won't appreciate this and ask her to get out of the way. But mostly I'm distracted trying to get my card processed and answering questions about if I'd like to donate to whatever the latest campaign is. "Yes", I can spare a dollar for hearts today.
Finally we are on our way. As we walk to the car, I look at my daughter with appreciation and give her a "thanks for being helpful". We get everyone buckled in and I begin to load the goods into the back. I check out the bags as I put them in one by one and notice that Ellie has put the sandwich buns in the same bag as the olive oil. Ohhh great, smooshed buns, ugh! As I push the cart into the corral I find myself preparing my lecture to her about how to properly bag groceries. And then I stop myself amidst my inner ramblings.Read More