reproachful

Whenever my dad asks me if I want to go grocery shopping with my mom, I always say no.  It's boring and I don't like shopping.  TV is way more fun.  I finally went with my mom one day because I got sick of his reproachful looks.


Here's what I thought when I first entered the supermarket:





The cart is my plate and the aisles are the tables.  Food waits on every shelf, and all I have to do is reach out and drop it in the cart.  It's like a big party that everyone's invited to.


My mom went to the salad section first, so I got my own cart and started grabbing.  There were chocolate chip cookies, animal crackers, apple juice, bagels with raisins in there, and all kinds of cereal!  I took some cheese puffs, nacho-flavoured Doritos, string cheese, and three Lunchable boxes.  I like the pizza kinds a lot.


Here's what my mom looked like when she saw me sitting in my cart eating a pack of oreos with some milk:





I'm not allowed to go grocery shopping anymore.