Three carts. Two kids per cart. Maya and Aliya behind us, still talking about BTS and Robux.
Jaya was chewing on a cinnamon-scented pinecone. Mylene’s twin was asleep inside a box of instant stuffing. One was wearing a rotisserie chicken hat and the other kept licking the freezer aisle door and claiming it tasted like dreams.
We got everything on her list. A list so long it could be used to suffocate a small man.
A turkey so huge we needed a forklift.
Seven pies, none of which were the same flavor.
Sweet potatoes that could kill someone if thrown.
Enough greens to make a vegan weep.
Several bottles of wine because we’re not saints.
And a table runner that read “Gobble till you Wobble” which we bought ironically but secretly loved.
At some point, a man tried to steal our cart. Myle
