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Billy had mastered the art of feeding a baby and getting ready for work at the same time. He adjusted his collar and dipped the baby spoon into the tiny jar of food. "Sorry to leave so suddenly but since I got called in and all.."
"Nah, like always, don't worry about it." M opened the pantry and groggily searched for breakfast.
"I should have some snacks for her on the next-to-the-highest shelf, as well as some jars of food for lunch and possibly dinner, since, like, I don't know how long they're gonna keep me there, you know, and there should be some, uh." Billy looked in M's direction, who looked a bit helpless and still no sign of his breakfast in sight.
M shuffled around what little there was on the shelf, no, the whole pantry? The whole pantry was literally almost devoid of all sustenance. M recalled last night when he discovered the fruit medley flavor of baby food while hunting for snacks and the rest is, uh. Well, he'd been really hungry and all. All that was left was a can of tuna ("Wait I still have tuna?") and a few slices of bread.
"I do have enough food for her, right?" Billy scooted his chair out while Mags was busy singing a baby gibberish song and being distracted by her own fingers, and he came up behind M to try to look over his shoulder. "Weird. I coulda sworn I bought more last weekend. Maybe I got the smaller pack on accident?"
M let out a nervous laugh.
"Man, what's wrong with me. Doubt I have time to run to the store before work. Fuck." He'd lowered his voice, but M heard. He felt terrible.
"I can run to the store for you?" M volunteered. "I can just take Mags with me, don't worry about it. We'll be fine."
Famous last words.
The pair strolled down the aisles M knew all too well. There was no way Billy could've said no, even if he wanted to; they needed food, and though Billy offered to pay ("thanks, I owe you.") M wouldn't let him ("Not at all. Really.")
It was his fault, after all.
M hummed to himself as Mags sucked on her pacifier, admiring the vibrant colored products that cluttered the shelves. At every stop he made sure to pause and scan the aisle for prospective baby-nappers. He kept her nearby with every handful of canned foods he shoveled off the shelves and into the cart. He threw an armful of freezer foods in for good measure, "aaand," he said aloud as he rounded the corner and headed to the section where the treasure trove of baby food resided.
Mags giggled at the fast turn they took.
M picked up the jars and read the ingredients out loud. "Spinach. Yuck." He showed it to Mags. "How about you?" She remained unfazed and continued to suck on her pacifier. "Thought so." He placed it back on the shelf and grabbed another. "Banana and pear. Delicious. No contest." He placed a few in the cart. Then placed a few more.
"Carrots. Ew." He moved to put it back, but Mags reached out for it and yelled. Her pacifier fell out and onto the floor. "Gross. Now what are you going to do? Now it's filthy. Now you have nothing." M facepalmed. She spouted an aggressive string of baby expletives and M promptly obeyed her orders to retrieve her pacifier. Or to buy her the carrot flavor. Or... to let her drive. He wasn't exactly sure. But he stuffed the pacifier in his back pocket for future cleaning. "Ugh. No. Why would anyone even combine these?" He picked up a mixed carrot and spinach combination. Then looked at the broccoli/squash flavor. Such weird concoctions, how would some of these not make the baby throw up? He passed the peas/green beans/mango flavor. He forced down his gag reflex. Honeydew melon/mushroom. Barf.
Now that her pacifier was gone, Mags pointed at anything and everything that she felt needed to be called attention to. Another nonsensical question poured out before M even had a chance to address the one prior. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
Heads turned to watch the comical, arguing duo as they continued on their way through the store.
Buying (literally) anything and everything.

Later that night...

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Billy had mastered the art of feeding a baby and getting ready for work at the same time. He adjusted his collar and dipped the baby spoon into the tiny jar of food. "Sorry to leave so suddenly but since I got called in and all.."
"Nah, like always, don't worry about it." M opened the pantry and groggily searched for breakfast.
"I should have some snacks for her on the next-to-the-highest shelf, as well as some jars of food for lunch and possibly dinner, since, like, I don't know how long they're gonna keep me there, you know, and there should be some, uh." Billy looked in M's direction, who looked a bit helpless and still no sign of his breakfast in sight.
M shuffled around what little there was on the shelf, no, the whole pantry? The whole pantry was literally almost devoid of all sustenance. M recalled last night when he discovered the fruit medley flavor of baby food while hunting for snacks and the rest is, uh. Well, he'd been really hungry and all. All that was left was a can of tuna ("Wait I still have tuna?") and a few slices of bread.
"I do have enough food for her, right?" Billy scooted his chair out while Mags was busy singing a baby gibberish song and being distracted by her own fingers, and he came up behind M to try to look over his shoulder. "Weird. I coulda sworn I bought more last weekend. Maybe I got the smaller pack on accident?"
M let out a nervous laugh.
"Man, what's wrong with me. Doubt I have time to run to the store before work. Fuck." He'd lowered his voice, but M heard. He felt terrible.
"I can run to the store for you?" M volunteered. "I can just take Mags with me, don't worry about it. We'll be fine."
Famous last words.
The pair strolled down the aisles M knew all too well. There was no way Billy could've said no, even if he wanted to; they needed food, and though Billy offered to pay ("thanks, I owe you.") M wouldn't let him ("Not at all. Really.")
It was his fault, after all.
M hummed to himself as Mags sucked on her pacifier, admiring the vibrant colored products that cluttered the shelves. At every stop he made sure to pause and scan the aisle for prospective baby-nappers. He kept her nearby with every handful of canned foods he shoveled off the shelves and into the cart. He threw an armful of freezer foods in for good measure, "aaand," he said aloud as he rounded the corner and headed to the section where the treasure trove of baby food resided.
Mags giggled at the fast turn they took.
M picked up the jars and read the ingredients out loud. "Spinach. Yuck." He showed it to Mags. "How about you?" She remained unfazed and continued to suck on her pacifier. "Thought so." He placed it back on the shelf and grabbed another. "Banana and pear. Delicious. No contest." He placed a few in the cart. Then placed a few more.
"Carrots. Ew." He moved to put it back, but Mags reached out for it and yelled. Her pacifier fell out and onto the floor. "Gross. Now what are you going to do? Now it's filthy. Now you have nothing." M facepalmed. She spouted an aggressive string of baby expletives and M promptly obeyed her orders to retrieve her pacifier. Or to buy her the carrot flavor. Or... to let her drive. He wasn't exactly sure. But he stuffed the pacifier in his back pocket for future cleaning. "Ugh. No. Why would anyone even combine these?" He picked up a mixed carrot and spinach combination. Then looked at the broccoli/squash flavor. Such weird concoctions, how would some of these not make the baby throw up? He passed the peas/green beans/mango flavor. He forced down his gag reflex. Honeydew melon/mushroom. Barf.
Now that her pacifier was gone, Mags pointed at anything and everything that she felt needed to be called attention to. Another nonsensical question poured out before M even had a chance to address the one prior. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
Heads turned to watch the comical, arguing duo as they continued on their way through the store.
Buying (literally) anything and everything.

Later that night...