It Makes Me Feel Secure

We hit the store before Puck’s playdate with Mickey. Snacks were needed. As we walked into the Schnuck’s grocery store dated circa 1982, in my humble opinion, Puck was immediately impressed as he walked through the doors.

“This is what grocery stores looked like when I was a kid,” I explained to them.

“Really?” Puck was so in awe, he tripped over himself as we headed towards the bakery, which was less a bakery and more a corner filled with loaves of bread. “I like this, Mom. I like this place a lot. Can we shop here all the time?”

“You like it that much, huh?”

“Yeah. It, like… it makes me feel secure. I don’t know why. It just makes me feel secure.”