Cream cheese fanatic

Madeleine loves her cream cheese, that's for sure.

We went grocery shopping this morning. I usually go on Friday after work (i.e., ALONE) but I've been working late all week and didn't want to deal with it. So, I went this morning and somehow ended up taking Madeleine with me.

Our grocery store has those carts that look like cars. I HATE them. They are hard to steer and you can't fit all that much in the basket. If you get the wrong bagger, they won't let you take it out to the parking lot (although we always bring them back). Many a time I have been left with a 2 yr old and all my bags w/ no cart (they don't seem to think you need a replacement).

So ... after an uneventful run through the store we were in the checkout lane. We didn't buy all that much and the cashier rang up everything pretty quickly. I was getting ready to swipe my debit card when the bagger said:

"Ma'am, are you going to pay for your cream cheese?"

I pointed to the tub that was sitting on the end of the belt, "I did. It already went through."

"No," he said, "I mean the cream cheese that your daughter has."

I walk to the front of the cart and look in. There sits Madeleine with 3 boxes of cream cheese, trying to wrap them all up in the piece of wax paper she got her slice of cheese in from the deli.

"Madeleine, what are you doing?"

"We NEED cream cheese mommy. We have no more."

I wonder if we would have be detained for shoplifting if we had made it out the front door of the store.