Ahhh... The Boy.
Usually when we shop and I have both monkeys with me, I get one of those enormous carts with the two seats in it, so everyone is strapped in and there is no funny business. I want to get in and out and its hard enough with His Brother seeing all this food and The Boy asking if we can buy this and that...
The thing is like driving a semi through my one car detached garage. Anyway.
So recently we went and they were out of the big carts which meant I had to use a regular one. The Boy complains about not wanting to sit in the "big part" and wants to sit in the little part. No dice... where will I put your brother? "You can just hold him!" Sigh... so finally I said, you're 85 years old, you can walk. I have to put your brother in the small part because he can't walk.
This of course resulted in whining, PA-LEEZE can I ride in the cart... FINALLY I said, no, but do you want to take pictures on my phone?
He went for it. So, I present to you, a trip to the grocery through The Boy's eyes.
A nice shot of my rear.
His Brother in the coveted part of the cart. Note me inspecting something to the right.
How about some bagels?
The parking lot.
Let me know if you'd like an 8x10.