C and I were in the checkout line at Target tonight at 6:30. Perhaps it was the large coffee attached to my cart or maybe it was the wine and ice cream skipping hand in hand down the conveyer belt as I wrangled C back into the cart. Whatever it was, the guy at the register must have sensed desperation as he offered a small frozen yogurt up and said, "would you like this in a bag or do you just want to carry it?"
Like it was a pack of gum.
No, sir. I think I can at least make it the 6 minutes home, but thank you for not judging.