((Enter Laura Nyquist
Oh boy, Huggies. Can't have enough of those. Better just toss the entire damn shelf into the cart. Sophia sure does like to go through her diapers.
Laura stood in front of the diapers and began to put some in the cart. Her cart had a lot of the usual shopping requirements: formula, soap, detergent, milk, and now diapers. In the basket of the cart sat a small little girl swathed in a pink blanket and resting in a plastic carrier. The infant was sucking on a pacifier and looking all around her.
"Sophia, I swear, the day you start to use a potty will be the happiest day of my life," said Laura to the infant.
Laura pulled a piece of paper out of her pants pocket. Grabbing the pen she had resting on her ear, she began to scan the list.
Okay, baby formula, bath soap, laundry detergent, milk, diapers, oh yeah, bread. Gah, how could I almost forget that?
Laura began to push the cart towards the bakery of the store. She saw a grocery store employee sweeping up a bunch of chips off the ground.
"Look Sophia. That's what happens if you fool around in a grocery store," Laura said to her baby. "Let's make sure that never happens to us."
Laura soon arrived at the bakery. She began to look around the bread shelves before grabbing a loaf of Nature's Own. As she moved back to her cart, she saw an elderly woman looking at Sophia.
"Oh, she's so precious," the woman said, making goofy faces at Sophia.
Sophia raised her tiny arms up and began to touch the old woman's nose.
"Yeah, she's quite the darling," said Laura.
"Well, aren't you a good big sister for shopping and watching this little girl?"
Laura was silent.
Shit. What do I say?
"Uh yeah, it's no problem. I love spending time with her. Ooh, Sophia, we got to get home!" Laura said as she looked at her watch. "Mom and Dad will be waiting for us."
"Well bye dear," said the old woman, waving at Laura and Sophia as she walked away.
Laura pushed the cart away from the old woman.
Okay, well I didn't really lie to her. I never said she was my baby sister. Plus, my Mom and Dad are waiting for us. Right, let's just go home.
Laura walked up to an open checkout counter. She knew who he was. Carlos Lazaro. They had a few classes together, but that's as far as they interacted socially. Oh well, all that mattered was that he bagged her goods properly.
"Hey," was all Laura had to say as she began to put the items in her cart on the belt.