They were all sitting inside the supermarket carts.
"Never tried it."
Grace Winter leaned over a bit, as if whispering, "When you get a bit older and can eat spicy sticks, could you share some with me?"
Hayes Edwards didn't know what she was talking about, nor did he plan to understand her line of thought. He replied perfunctorily, "Sure."
Grace Winter cheered happily, "Yay!"
When Father Winter glanced over, she covered her mouth, her eyes curving into crescents like the moon.
Since it was just a kindergarten spring outing, they couldn't bring too much food.
Grace Winter's backpack was a small one, almost full after just packing two bags of chips.
But she was still trying to stuff more in.
Mother Winter laughed, "Didn't you always like jelly, Grace? We'll just bring jelly then."
Jelly is smaller; you can pack a lot of them.
Grace Winter pouted, struggling to stuff things into her backpack until she was almost sweating, "No."
"Why not?"
