Giant

I ask you to go to the store with me to get some food. So you help me get your shoes and coat and keys and run to the car. You ask for your music, "sssi sii" sing. We get out of the car and your radar goes off. We are at the grocery store that has the car cart! The neighborhood Giant is code for the store with the car carts (not like Trader Joes and Whole Foods). You point and flail out of my arms, trying to run across the street to the, "cAAr" until finally Mommy's non-machine mind translates to baby boy eyes and I hold you tighter and explain, "sure, we can ride the car." We go through the aisles a "beeep, bEEEp, beeEp!" I stop and pick up the economy sized cat food turning to the cart to see you out of the car picking up a few cans ala carte. You turn and place the selections into the cart with my lift and then open up your car door and get back in closing it ready for another drive. We proceed. You shop while I shop and occassionally ask for some fancy item like a flashy bag of chips to which I say we'll get a banana instead and ask to go down the, "BAAAAAl, bAAl" ball aisle. Thank you Giant. I don't know how you eagle eye a ball from somewhere I would never see, but I have to remind myself you have your Father's eyes. We wait in line to check out and you make sure Mommy doesn't lift a finger. You stand in the cart and place every single item on the conveyor belt. Then hand me the keys and reach for the wallet and wait holding out the debit card to the clerk. You help Mommy push the buttons on the machine, carry the bags to the car, park the car cart, and we head home.