A new Walmart opened recently near us and He-Who declares it his favorite store and always is eager to go. So off we went. He remembers this is where he bought his red broom and pauses as we pass the mops and brooms. I remind him he already has a nice one. I pushed the basket through the aisles of the grocery department with a quick side trip to baking for a loaf pan. How did I not move even one here? Somewhere along the way He-Who says he wants some soap. I hate to deny him the pleasure of a purchase choice but had to ask what kind. He wanted bath soap. I had to say, "You know the drawer in your bathroom has eight bars in it. Do you think you need more?" "No, I guess not," he said disappointingly. But he did get to pick out the cookies and seemed quite pleased.
Finally we are at the checkout counter. He helped load the items on the belt and went to the other side of the now empty basket. The cashier is very nice and I watch her ring the items up and put them in bags on the carousel. Then I look over at He-Who and he is emptying the bags one item at a time into the empty basket. I managed to kindly suggest that he put them back in the bags so that we could get them into the car and apartment with ease. By now there is a line behind us. The dear cashier was so sweet and jumped around to load everything back in the bags and into the basket. I've never had that kind of service from a Walmart employee and thanked her profusely and out we went. Whew! Never a dull moment.
At home I showed him the drawer of soap and he was delighted.