Grocery Shopping and Choo Choos

Missy and I went grocery shopping together last week.  This is a fairly rare event, as we learned early on in our marriage that if Missy shops by herself she can do it pretty quick and if I help it takes twice as long.  But Missy hadn't gone by the time I got home so we decided to go as a family.

First off, we had to find Sary.  Somehow whenever we want to go somewhere, she disappears.  She's like Houdini.  I have no idea how she does it.

So after we found her, we still had to convince her she wanted to go to the store with us.  "Sary," I said.  "Do you want to go on a trip with us?  We're going to go the store!"

"Nana?" she asked.

"No, we're not going to see Nana.  We're going to the store."

"Pop?" she asked.

"No, we're not going to see Pops. We're going to get groceries."

"Tia?"

"No, we're going to Wegman's tonight."

"Choo choo?"  A question designed to trick us into going to my parents house, as that's where the choo choos are.

And then Missy chimed in.  "Yes Sary, there's a choo choo at the Wegman's let's go see it."  I had momentarily forgotten that Wegman's had a choo choo.  It runs on a huge elevated track in front of the dairy section.  So that convinced her to ccome along with us.

The whole way there though, she kept asking us, just to make sure.  "Nana?  Pop?  Tia?  Choo choo?"  And we'd respond "No.  No.  No.  Yes."

And at the Wegman's Daddy and Sary watched the Choo choo while Mommy shopped.  And for the most part, it was a relatively painless experience.