The Boy's been home sick for two days and was feeling better today. I took him grocery shopping with me for a change of scenery.
Even sick, he's impatient with the shopping process. "I'll get some of the items on your list," he told me and proceeded to get the items he's familiar with. Some were easy - eggs, juice, broccoli.
Then he said, "What's this? M-A-R..."
"Marjoram."
"Does it have to be French?"
"Fresh. Fresh marjoram. You okay with the other items?"
"Mmm... yeah, yeah."
Later, he came back with some items, as well as things for his own consumption not on my list, like chips, sunflower seeds, and boxed drinks.
"What do you plan to do with this?" I asked, pointing to the can of red kidney beans.
"That's yours. It's on your list."
"Where?"
"White beans."
"These aren't white beans."
"They're red. They didn't have white so I got red. It's just a different colour."
"But red kidney beans are a different kind of beans from white beans. White beans are actually a kind of bean."
"Oh."
"When did you start eating margarine?"
"You wanted that."
"Marjoram."
"Yes, so that's margarine."
"Marjoram. Marjoram is a herb."
"Humn."
"Are these chocolate bars for you?"
"No, they're yours. See, chocolate."
"Right. I should have told you they are in the baking section. I wanted semi-sweet Bakers Chocolate."
But good on The Boy for getting me items close to what I wanted.
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I'm glad I'm not alone- my kids too can't read a shopping list although when I try to explain it to them they say "yah, yah, I know what you mean" and proceed to go off and return only to put something completely different into the cart. Or continuously add items that are'nt on the list. "But Mom, I think we need Cocoa Puffs, Potato chips, Stoffers Mac and Cheese, French Fries, Pizza Pockets etc. I've learnt that the mother child bonding experience at the supermarket isn't what it's chalked up to be and now leave the children at home. (I still have flashbacks of the girls haveing temper tantrums at the checkout counter- over the candy bars)
Maybe your handwriting is half the problem. I still remember taking a road trip with you as a teenager and not being able to find "Bracabury" on the map. I can see why The Boy would be searching for french margarine in the store.
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