In the interests of encouraging a little more responsibility,
I agreed to let Roscoe go to the shop for "a few bits".
I was not sure what "a few bits" meant to Roscoe, but he has seen enough bags after shopping that I figured it'd be something relatively sensible.
Stop Laughing.
To me, "a few bits" is milk, bread, cheese, the usual things.
To Roscoe, it apparently means Eggos.
Multiple packs of Eggos.
I'm not entirely sure why there are eight packs of Eggos.
We did not ask for Eggos in any way. Roscoe likes them but... nobody else really does.
We did not know we needed Eggos.
We have Eggos now.
We don't have milk, bread or cheese, but we have Eggos.
So there's that.
Happy Shopping Cart Day.
Don't send Roscoe unsupervised.