It can be said that you can learn a lot about a person from the contents of their shopping cart. I believe this to be true. Is it strange that I feel my own mother can learn lot about me from my grocery list?
As I began my journey through our local Wegmans, I stumbled upon my mother somewhere between the Meat Dept. and the bread. I grabbed some chicken, and she walked with me the rest of the way. I grabbed a box of Honey Nut Cheerios and also a box of Cinnamon Life. Then it dawned on me. My own mother probably has no idea what my favorite kind of cereal is. This is just the tip of the ice burg. I’m not sure if she knows that much about me, nor ever has. If she doesn’t know what cereal I like, what else is she missing out on? I know, I’m going on and on about cereal, but we all know that this isn’t really just about cereal, eh?
Now I’m just saying the word “cereal” too much and it sounds odd.
Anyway, you get my drift.
