As the grocery cart rolls down the brightly lit aisles, Dean huddles in his seat, arms crossed and lip pouted in a deep frown. His pigtails bounce slightly with each bump of the cart, a clear indication of his displeasure.
“Mommy, can we go home now?” Dean whines, glancing out at the swirling sea of shoppers who seem to be happily going about their business, picking out colorful cereals and shiny snack packages.
Mommy is unfazed, rummaging through the shelves. “Just a few more items, sweetie. Remember, we need to get the ingredients for your favorite dinner tonight!”
Dean catches sight of a bright pink box of cookies on a nearby shelf. “Can we get those?” he asks.
“We’ll see,” Mommy replies, her attention still focused on her list.
Dean lets out a loud sigh, wishing his voice could carry more weight. He drags his fingers over the edge of the cart, imagining it as a spaceship that could zoom home at lightning speed.
Soon he is making sounds as if he is riding a rocketship.
"Can you please do that quietly?"
"I can't help it, flying in space is very noisy!"
"Honey, please."
Dean could see the exasperation in 'Mommy's' eyes. He cools it for a moment.
As they turn the corner, Dean notices a colorful display of toys on sale. His eyes widen, and he points excitedly. “Mommy, look! Can we get one of those?”
Mommy shakes her head gently, “We’re here for groceries, honey. Maybe next time.”
Dean's faux disappointment returns, but just as quickly, his eyes flare with determination as a new idea occurs to him. “But I want it now!” The statement echoes through the aisle, drawing a few amused glances from other shoppers.
"Honey, please! What has gotten into you today?"
"More than you know," Dean says under his breath.
"What?"
"Ummm, nothing..."
Dean kicks off his shoes and then pulls off his socks. He didn't dare pull off his panties even though he thought about it for a second.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't need those in here."
"Put them back on!"
What happens next?