I run laps around the grocery store. I was using my money. I still had some and I can make more from a bake sale or anything else maybe a lemonade stand or something. I needed more olive oil, milk, vegetables, and anything else I choose. I push my cart. 

That was fun. Too bad we didn't take it further. 

"I think he had enough." I say.

I put two pasta boxes in the cart. I had already onions, mushrooms, and chili peppers. I put a head or lettuce in the cart. Grocery stores were a heaven for chefs or chef want to be. It's like a treasure chest or trove. The hallways were lined with anything. 

I put bananas, lettuce, carrots, and cucumbers in the cart. I put a block of cheese for Dad. 

"I think I have enough." I say.

I see a box of something I wanted but it was too high to reach. My monster grabs the box of fine salt.

"Thanks." I say.

I'm here to help and punish.