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Games Grown-ups Play

One of the fun things about having Catherine home for five weeks before spring semester begins at Hofstra is the chance to spend time with her as I go about my usual activities.

On Saturday, I coerced her into doing the grocery shopping with me.

wintersoul1/Flickr photo

wintersoul1/Flickr photo


It wasn’t exactly quality time.

My list was long (not counting the things she kept adding to the cart when I wasn’t looking) and ShopRite was elbow to elbow. I wouldn’t normally bother shopping on a Saturday, but, well, it’s just how things worked out.

We managed for a few aisles with Catherine pushing the cart and me darting to and fro, reaching between slack-jawed folks so mesmerized by the choices and price tags that they could only stand and stare.

By the time we reached the cereal aisle, however, I had to park her at the end, amid the crowds rushing the meat counter and elbowing their way to other corners of the store.

“Cover me; I’m going in,” I asked her, only half-kidding as I ducked past the applesauce and granola bars.

By the time I returned, holding a box of Cheerios aloft like some hard-won trophy, she was begging to switch things up.

“Can you please push the cart?” she asked. “I don’t know how to play shopping cart chicken.”

About Terri S. Vanech

Wife, mother, communications specialist, Jazzercise instructor and recently reunited adoptee. I'm living out loud -- and trying to make it all work -- in midlife. Having a sense of humor sure helps.


2 thoughts on “Games Grown-ups Play

  1. You are a brave brave woman entering a grocery store on Saturday. I do Pea Pod because like Catherine am unwilling to play the Shopping-Cart-Chicken game. 😀

    Posted by Kathy Brotherton | January 14, 2015, 4:37 pm

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