I wonder how long Rachel will think it's fun to troll the aisles of Fred Meyer, whose layout I have yet to memorize, looking for groceries? She is really a delightful little companion to shop with, to the point of me missing her when I have to run out for groceries myself.
On the way from Nikole's to the grocery store she announced rapidly what we were going to buy. Here's the list, in this order. Picture it delivered in a high-pitched voice, auctioneer style:
"Granola bars and napkins and diapers and cucumbers and salad dressing and salad and tomatoes and white pretzels and fishies. We kinda running out of fishies," she said.
(Fishies are goldfish-shaped graham crackers).
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