Cleanup in Aisle 4

When my parents were visiting a while back, I was formulating a quick grocery list, using my 1st grader with writing abilities as my noble assistant. Which means, I was standing in the kitchen, refrigerator and pantry doors both wide open, rattling off anything that we may need, for him to write down.

PAUSE.

I forgot to tell you about something. When my parents came to visit, they arrive, and my mom gets out of the car complaining of a stomachache. As I am walking closer to her, I can only speculate that it's motion sickness, having driven so far in such little time. But no.

She had this little guy stuck under her shirt as a mean, albeit very cute, prank...



This is Rocky the Dog, or as my kids call him, Broccoli. I guess that's as close to "Rocky" as they are going to get. Fine. Now I'm not worried about him being eaten.

So of course they are all googly-eyed over this cute dog for the following 2 weeks, so much so that it has blurred their normal perception of reality. Case in point: Here was my finished grocery list, authored by Brandon: