9HolleyI picked up my phone, trying to keep it pinned under my ear as I continued juggling groceries and pushing the cart along. “Yeah, hello?” I asked.
“Hey, it's Killian,” the man said. “What are you up to right now?”
I made a frustrated noise as Cole took advantage of my distraction to put a box of sugary cereal into the cart. He stared up at me with wide, innocent eyes—knowing exactly what he had done and hoping still that I somehow wouldn't catch him and would let him have the box. “Appreciating the futility of having a grocery list when I'm shopping with a seven-year-old,” I told Killian.
I grabbed the box of cereal and put it back on the shelf. “No,” I told Cole. “Look, remember, I said we could get some pudding cups if you were really good, right?”
“But I want the Crispy Snowfl
