Do grocery stores stress anyone else out? I mean, I haven't always viewed my local supermarket as an anxiety-producing hell, but perhaps it's because I now associate it with the desperate need to entertain my son in the produce section. At first, when we could still wheel him around in his carrier, a trip to the grocery store was almost a pleasant experience. We'd make faces over the cart, strangers would smile, everyone was be happy and I purchased food. I also spent some time wondering what my baby was thinking at the grocery store, because, I mean, that must have been overwhelming. He seemed to enjoy it enough, although technically, he enjoyed anything with lots of color and light and noise and people, so I'm not sure we can really give much credit to the deli section.
I was just telling my partner the other night that every new age and stage our son reaches becomes my new favorite, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate or wax nostalgic about his younger days. I miss the newborn snuggles and the early milestones and I definitely miss when the shopping cart was a pleasant novelty for my son (not an annoyance) and when a box of Macaroni and Cheese doubled as a rattle, and not an item meant to be thrown halfway across the pasta aisle.
Mostly, I wish wondering what it was my son was thinking because now, as a toddler, he has no problem vocalizing his thoughts (even if it's via gibberish). So, in the name of nostalgia and all things simple, here's what I imagine was going through my kid's mind during his very first grocery store visit: