Praise Jesus for grocery carts shaped like cars wherein the child sits facing forward far away from you.

Today at the grocery store Ruthie was fixating on poultry.

“I WANT CHICKEN!” she would say emphatically in the produce section.

Up the cereal isle, “I WANT CHICKEN!”

Down the diaper isle, “I WANT CHICKEN!”

In the frozen section, “I WANT CHICKEN!”

You should have heard her when we actually hit the meat department. There was bouncing and pointing and oh my lord the “I WANT CHICKEN! IT’S OVER THERE!”

In leaving the meat department for the dairy isle there was crying and “I WANT CHICKEN!” through her sobs.

I’m not exactly sure what her deal was — it’s not like I’ve been holding out on her. We live in a very poultry-friendly home.

She paused briefly in the checkout line to exclaim, “I WANT TREAT!” as we passed by the Snickers display, but then resumed the chicken chant all the way home.

One thought on “Praise Jesus for grocery carts shaped like cars wherein the child sits facing forward far away from you.”

  1. I guess I could write a comment about how we all get fixated on something at points in our days but have just learned not to say it out loud. But I won’t. That’s just funny from here, although I can understand you might have struggled a little with the humor part of it while at the store!

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