"Nah, that's okay." I replied. Knowing all too well that heavy milk could easily rip a bag- and hey I was saving the environment by using one less bag. *pat myself on the back*
A week later I was once again at the grocery store- darn family always needing food. My order seemed extra large today- but I also knew the total wouldn't be too bad as I had taken great advantage of the sales.
The clerk and I busily chatted, Ryder happily holding the bag with two donuts to be eaten at home as a reward for the two great shoppers- he and I of course.
My order rang up and we were on our way out to the car. I got the groceries all loaded and then headed home.
My usually helpful toddler, had no interest in helping today- he wanted his donut! So, I got his donut on a plate for him while I unloaded the groceries.
I brought all the bags in, placed them on the floor and then started searching through the bags for the frozen things. After I got the frozen things put I away I started working on the refrigerated items.
Ryder had finished his donut by this time, so I paused to wash him off before chocolate decorated the couch or carpet.
After cleaning him off I hurried and found the last couple refrigerated things- my donut was calling my name very loudly!
I enjoyed my donut and then it was just about time to get Alex from kindergarten. The groceries were not all put away- the non-refrigerated things still gracing the floor. But well- this might be
|Non-Perishables can be put away later|
It was my milk.
What! He bagged my milk?? Why did he do that? Wait, he didn't even ask me if he should bag it or not!!
Yep- totally blaming this one the bagger.