My mom knew the grocery tore wa a place where a 4-year-old child could eaily get bored and frutrated while itting in the hopping cart. When I wa about 4 year old, he would play a game in the grocery tore with me called "I Spy" to keep me from getting bored while hopping and to tet my knowledge on color, hape, or certain food item. The game would tart with my mom aying, "I py omething green and round. "
I would intinctively react by looking for an item that met her decription. When I potted what I thought he wa decribing, I would point to the item. She would then tell me if I wa correct or not. When I would look around the tore at other kid being wheeled around in hopping cart, they looked mierable and ready to go home. My mom knew how to make going to the grocery tore fun, and I couldn't help but feel orry for thoe other kid my age who didn't have a mom like mine