My volatile relationship continues with the grocery store.

Like...

As I stand in the self-checkout the clerk approaches me and takes the bottle of wine out of my hand and demands to see my ID. Delighted I immediately complied. Evidently I look younger when I don't have my children in tow.

Dislike...

I ask the big girls if they woould like to try the limited edition Doritos that are vintage packaged (from my childhood).

"But mom, aren't they expired?" my delightfully sassy daughter inquires. Her mischievous grin begs my forgiveness, as her sister giggles.

Moral--go to the grocery store alone.