Grandma and Grandpa live in a college town that is dotted with charming mom & pop businesses and mid century bungalows. The town is surrounded by fields of onion, wheat, corn, grapes, and various orchards. The grocery store lies on the main road within walking distance from their house. My husband graduated from the high school in this town and has fond memories of the many people who still call this town home.
While visiting Grandma and Grandpa, we decided to swing by the grocery store and pick up some fruit. Being that it was a hot day, we decided to forgo the walk. The kids hopped into the air conditioned car and buckled their seat belts. Then, we leisurely drove to the store.
Once at the store, the boys spied the mini shopping carts tucked in with the other carts. They ran and screamed. "I wanna little cart! I wanna little cart!" Son #1 sprinted along the front of the store and quickly selected his cart. Son #2 raced as fast as his little legs would go but fell behind his older brother. Seeing that his big brother had beaten him to the carts, Son #2 threw himself to the ground and began to wail loudly. "Brudder got der first! I wanna get der first. You go back wite now!" Son #2 shouted from the floor. My husband and I shooed the kids over to their respective carts quickly as people turned to view the ruckus. We smiled wanly and then tried to disappear into the produce section.
When the excitement had been forgotten, we perused the fresh fruits. I wanted bananas. I also wanted strawberries and blackberries but after some discussion we remembered there some back at the house. My husband and I wandered around poking at various types of fruit while the kids jostled the carts down the aisles. Finally, we decided to pay for the fruit we had selected.
My husband motioned for the boys to follow us. Son #1 and Son #2 spun their carts in our direction and raced down the aisle like NASCAR drivers. Just before they reached our shins, they skidded to a stop.
Son #2 breathlessly laughed. "Again! Again!"
Son #1 responded with a smile. "Not yet. We have to go." Then, he turned to me with an angelic gaze and said. "You can put the fruit in our carts. We're really careful."
"Umm. I don't think so." I shook my head and eyed my fragile bananas. "I'll just carry the fruit if you guys don't mind."
"Awww!" The boys replied in unison. Then, they squealed the cart tires all the way to the check out counter.