I sign the credit card reader at the grocery store thinking that we actually had an uneventful trip today. No one got lost, nothing broke, and no one asked us to leave. As I take my receipt from the cashier, I notice he looks like he wants to tell me something but hesitates.
So I just smile and thank him.
Then I turn to tell Ella it is time to go. In the middle of the checkout lane stands Ella with an open bag of M&Ms in her hand and a puddle of blue, orange, and red slobber at her feet. Hmmm....I can see how the cashier didn't know how to approach this one.
"I guess we'll be getting those too," I say with a lame laugh.
He rings up the M&Ms, and I pay for them while reminding Ella she needs to chew and swallow instead of letting her candy drip all over the floor.
Enter Lauren who wants to know why Ella gets a treat and she doesn't.
"You can share," I reply.
"But I don't like those!"
"Apparently she doesn't either," I mutter as another mouthful of rainbow spit lands on the floor.
I tap the bagger on the shoulder as we walk away and whisper,
"Clean up on this isle."
"Clean up on this isle."
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