"Mr. Demon, I want cereal," I say, I eat those, and like to snack on them.
"Calesti, don't call me Mr. Demon, it's daddy and yes, you can have some," he says allowing me to push the cart over to the cereal aisle, I picked the ones that are so colourful and filled with sugar!
"These are going to ruin your teeth," he says, but I didn't care, I like them.
"We need milk too," I say, I need milk with the cereal, the cart was a bit too heavy for me to push now, I was suffering pushing it forward.
Strong arms came from behind my waist, and picked me up, placing me in the cart, in the kid's seat, I know I'm a small thing, but not that small. But this was much better than walking, I was tired now, he got us milk, and a couple more fresh fruit and veggies that I don't intend to eat.
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