This morning the sumo baby and I went to our local grocery store. I wanted to pick up a bunch of those Lunchables Jr.. You know the little snack packs that contain turkey, cheese, crackers, and other varieties. I like the little jr packs as the turkey is diced up and the cheese is sliced into little strips, and the crackers are the size of a dime. Perfect for the sumo baby and his little chompers. After traveling up and down the aisles picking up various items, I stopped by the deli to pick up a sandwich (lunch for the sumo baby) and some sushi (for me!). Off to the checkout we went with our cart full of stuff. The cashier was very friendly to the sumo baby and he took to her immediately. The sumo baby began asking the cashier, "what's that?" for every item that she scanned. "Snacks", was her reply. Every item, "what's that?" ... "what's that?" ... "snacks"... "snacks" ... was again her reply. There was the occasional "meat" or "fruit" but it seemed like over and over we heard, "snacks" ... "snacks".
Geesh ... I was a bit mortified. It must have appeared that I shopped as if my parents were out of town.
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