shop, a poem

You are like a little kid
When we go to the grocery store
You ask me if we can get this thing
Or that
It is usually
Sugar-saturated
And housed in a colorful box
With block letters
I laugh
And tell you
You can have anything you want
And
Having gained my approval
You drop the box of non-nutritiousness
Into the cart
And take off
To get caught up on
Something shiny