"What's this, Mommy?" (Baby's first squeezable jelly!)

So I'm on vacation with my family, and we just went food shopping. Normally, when we're home in Brooklyn, we shop at a food coop where everything (well, almost everything) is organic and they sell a lot of locally grown produce and everyone who is a member has to work once a month so prices can stay low and people can get that warm, co-opy feeling. While I love the food coop, it can be a little intense; once I walked in holding a can of Diet Coke and a member said to me, "Where'd that come from?" as if the food coop is located not in a city where you can buy a Diet Coke on every corner but on a special planet where nefarious multinational corporations simply do not exist.

Anyway, the point of that long introduction is that my daughter has never been in a real supermarket, and my younger son has no memory of the last time he was in one (last year, when we were also on vacation). And what I want you to know is that at the sight of sugared cereal and Welch's squeezable jelly he completely lost his mind!. It was like he couldn't believe universe was kind and generous enough to have provided him with such bounty. He ran down the aisles with kool aid pops in one hand and Scooby Doo mac and cheese in the other screaming, "Mommy! Mommy! Look at this, Mommy!" And then he would show me each item, stroking the box or jar reverently as his older brother (who knows his way around a Stop and Shop) nodded, a sage expression on his face.

Ultimately, I failed in my attempt to convince my husband that every child should have the chance to try Skippy crunchy peanut butter for himself. But we have a long month ahead of us. I may triumph yet.