I don't shop at Trader Joe's super frequently (boo, hiss, I know. But in my defense, I am paralyzed by trying new things. I have moved four times since living in this city, and I still frequent the grocery store that is right next to my first apartment here. I'm just a weirdo. Also: Trader Joe's is essentially next door to the store I go to, so I really have no excuse. Anyway.) but there is a particular recipe I make that I have to get a few types of cheeses for, and I have to go there for the cheese. So, every time we go, my kids stare longingly at the one kid's size cart that is taken by some other lucky child. A couple weeks ago, dream realized, the cart was available. And I didn't need a lot of items, so I didn't even get a cart, I just let her push her little cart, and select the things off our list.
Side note: Greg and I grocery shop together sometimes, and a lot of times we end up splitting up toward the end to divide and conquer whatever items we forgot that we've already passed. Also a lot of times in the last five months, a baby is crying for a diaper change and/or food by the time we are done. So I say "I'll take the baby, you check out, and I'll meet you at the car.
So anyway (this is weirdly the longest story ever, but I guess it has a lot of background information), after we were done shopping and I was in the line, she who thought she was queen of everything after using her own cart said "um, mom? I just have to get a few more fings. I'll meet you at the car." She kills me.