we, like yourselves probably, go to the boring supermarket seemingly every day! i mean honestly, how much food do we need to buy?! i try my best not to add to this requirement by eating only toast but yet we still keep shopping...
each time we drive up to the store my heart sinks a little and i will freely admit i moan at mummy. makes no difference though, we still frequent regularly. well this week i'd just had enough...as if it wasn't bad enough that i was taken from nursery to go shopping, i was expected to sit, confined, in a trolley which, for all i know thousands of bums had been squished against already that day! no...i'm sorry but i was determined not to sit in that seat. nor was i going to walk beside said trolley. nope, i wanted to push it and i don't think that was asking too much. if anything, i was helping mummy. she failed to see it this way of course. duh. shame she didn't see it this way really as we could have avoided what was to happen... i was forced, yes you heard me right, forced to kick, scream and cry at volume to get my way...what seemed like an eternity to me (probably to mummy it felt like 2 minutes max), i was picked up and carried around the shop. i say carried but not sure being in someone's arms whilst attempting to not be in said arms, should be called carried. i managed to wiggle myself free and the rest of the shop was calm. mmm...not really...wanted to see if you were paying attention. calm is not in my vocabulary tbh. well, we toddlers are pushing boundaries and exploring our little personalities, so what do parent's really expect. we were born to be heard!! scream out loud kiddies... back to the shop - so i took the time to explore the various bits of floor in sainsburys by rolling and face planting at every opportunity. dusty to be fair but mummy didn't seem too bothered with my being in such close proximity with germs. she was preoccupied with her list, maneuvering around other shoppers and trolleys and, i feel rather crossly, telling me she wanted to leave me at the front desk and run away...you can not get shot of me that easily woman. apparently - i have no real concept of time - an hour into our shop, we left empty handed. waste of my time then!! the things i could have been doing in that hour... we left our abandoned trolley and headed home. the car journey was somewhat frosty and i wasn't even allowed my music on. mummy said silence was needed as her head was banging. banging on what i have no idea but i don't see why my that should affect me; the innocent party. i suspect my efforts that day weren't in vain however, as i've not been back to the shop again in a few days and today we had our shopping delivered by a friendly man in a huge orange van. i loved unpacking various items; although daddy said it was best not to throw anymore of the eggs on the kitchen floor if i wanted to watch peppa pig later today. still i managed 2 eggs, so not bad. my rugby coach will be proud of how my throwing's coming along... i'm undecided as to whether i'll choose to sit in the trolley's seat next time...we'll see what mood i'm in...
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