I ride in the shopping cart at the grocery store because Mom makes me.
At least that's where I start until I set my plan in motion...
I start with "Can I have that, Momma, pleeeeease?"
Then I move on to "But I want it...I want it...I want it..."
When I get to "Gimme...gimme...gimme..." at the top of my voice,
Mom has had it.
"Time out, mister!" is what Mom says as she swoops me out of the cart.
"You're holding my hand until we get out of this store."
Which is what I wanted all along...