The night before Thanksgiving, my husband, niece, and I snuck out of the house leaving my mom with the 6 year old. We knew we didn't have much time before she realized we were gone, but we wanted to go shopping in peace. After shopping, we had to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few items that we needed for dinner the next day: milk, Cokes, and artichokes. My husband pulled up to the door of Giant Supermarket and we all three recited the grocery list again. My niece and I promised not to dawdle or stray from the list as we shut the car door behind us. We tried to get our bearings in the unfamiliar supermarket. We wandered up and down the wine and candy isles saying "Milk, Cokes, and artichokes". I felt like I was in the old Sesame Street clip of the little girl dancing on the way to the supermarket, "a loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter". We grabbed everything we needed and headed toward the shortest checkout line we cou