Jun recently brought Nikki to the grocery store. Just the two of them.
She would delight with sitting in the carriage part of the cart as she would point or grab at the items she wanted.
He would cautiously put back those he thought were a bit too much or not really needed.
It was a different story last Tuesday.
Nikki insisted on pushing the cart. Her arms shot straight upwards to reach the bar. Jun thought it cute and got a kiddie size for her.
"No! Ayaw ko!" Uh-oh.
"Nikki is small, so you will have to push the small cart."
"No!", even louder.
Now Jun is not one to quarrel and more so, to create a scene. Naturally, he gave in.
My poor husband, he struggled trying to help steer the cart. But Nikki would not budge an inch.
My poor daughter, we will all be ruined if you get to have your way each time.
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