Groceries and Beer

We are finishing our grocery shopping and come to the last aisle which is the milk, cheese, and beer aisle.  As I’m pushing the cart down the aisle Grace says “Mommy, don’t forget to buy Daddy’s beer.”  A little old lady who is undoubtedly Baptist and sits on the front row of church every Sunday just gasps.  I tell Grace that I won’t forget hoping this is the end of the conversation.  That, of course, is not possible.  As I’m putting the beer in the cart Grace says “Mommy, I don’t like beer.  I just like wine.”  I move as quickly as possible to the register, check out and hightail it out of there hoping not to collide with the ambulance in the parking lot which I’m sure is in route to revive the little old lady.

                          Yes, this is my shopping cart.