A/N: I ACTUALLY HAVE HAD AN IDEA FOR THIS ONE THIS IS LIKE RARE
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Shopping was one of the many things that Miss Pauling was good at, and Scout was not.
"Can we buy Bonk!?" Scout asked, pointing to the packs.
"One pack," Miss Pauling said, grabbing a box or cereal from the other side of the aisle. He picked one of the cases up and put it in the lower section of the shopping cart. As they continued, Scout asked for more and more, to which almost all of the things she said no to.
"Can we get another pack of Bo-"
"No."
"Can I get another baseba-"
"No, you have ten at home that you can use."
"Nine. That one with five Red Sox player's signatures I ain't ever gonna play with."
"Still, you have nine, that is more than enough."
"Can I at least get a chocolate bar?"
She sighed. "Fine."
-Once They Got Home-
Miss Pauling grabbed two of the eight bags, figuring if Scout also took two, they could get all of it in two trips. The bags were strangly heavy, but she didn't question it. Scout walked over and grabbed the remaining six bags.
"Scout, you are gonna hurt yourself," she told him. "Only take two, maybe three."
"Nah, I can handle it," Scout said through grunts of pain. "besides, second trips are pointless." The whole way to the kitchen, he was complianing. Everytime he did, she would remind him this was his idea. Four times Scout almost spilled all the bags. He just managed to get it into the bases kitchen before his arms couldn't handle it anymore, and it dropped to the floor of the kitchen. Miss Pauling rolled her eyes and helped him pick them up and put them away.
She looked at him. "Two trips next time? He replied only with a nod.
