“I think we could use more fruit.” I spoke as I grabbed some grapes from the shelf. “You guys eat way too much junk.”
Scott let out a tired sigh. “I think we have a perfectly healthy diet.”
I turned to give him a side eye. “Scott, you’re ninety-nine percent coffee and the only vegetables I’ve seen Hayden eat are deep fried.”
I spoke grabbing a bag of l carrots as well.
Scott seemed to decide not to argue with me probably realising he was fighting a losing battle.
Instead he grumbled something incoherent and grumpily followed behind me pushing the shopping cart.
That’s what they got for letting me be in charge of groceries this month.
Quite frankly I couldn’t stand another day of takeout or Hayden’s ‘meatloaf’ surprise, a baked monstrosity that had traumatised my tastebuds. So I had
