There's a nice little family owned grocery store near our home. It doesn't have the lowest prices, but it does have one thing going for it: kid-sized grocery carts. They're the real deal: metal, sturdy wheels, scarred with requisite signs of wear and tear. (Ironically, the kid-size carts here are about the size of normal carts in Europe. Guess we like our jumbo bag of frozen tots.)
Anni, her mom and Elise found the kid carts on a recent grocery outing and now we just use Elise's cart for our food.
We were at the store the other day and the pregnant one among us was looking for some chocolate. (And you thought it was me...) Anni found a box and put it in the cart. Then, she found a larger package that looked like a better deal. She wanted to know which was a better per-ounce value:
Anni: "Elise, how many ounces are in that box?"
Elise: Blank stare.
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