Today at the grocery store Ruthie was fixating on poultry.
“I WANT CHICKEN!†she would say emphatically in the produce section.
Up the cereal isle, “I WANT CHICKEN!â€
Down the diaper isle, “I WANT CHICKEN!â€
In the frozen section, “I WANT CHICKEN!â€
You should have heard her when we actually hit the meat department. There was bouncing and pointing and oh my lord the “I WANT CHICKEN! IT’S OVER THERE!â€
In leaving the meat department for the dairy isle there was crying and “I WANT CHICKEN!†through her sobs.
I’m not exactly sure what her deal was — it’s not like I’ve been holding out on her. We live in a very poultry-friendly home.
She paused briefly in the checkout line to exclaim, “I WANT TREAT!†as we passed by the Snickers display, but then resumed the chicken chant all the way home.
I guess I could write a comment about how we all get fixated on something at points in our days but have just learned not to say it out loud. But I won’t. That’s just funny from here, although I can understand you might have struggled a little with the humor part of it while at the store!