Simon moved past the playful demeanor he often gained around Cherish and followed, “I’ve never heard ot it, but if it relieves her stomach pain, then it’s worth a shot.” He said. Crouching, he tugged his slacks tight around his knees and got a better look at what was on the lower shelves.
Cherish looked up and down the aisles before she pointed over his shoulder, "That's it right there." she said. She waited until he brought it closer and read the directions, "There isn’t any dye in that right?" She asked.
Simon grabbed the bottle, narrowed his eyes, and turned the package. He read the ingredients over his glasses, “Hmm, alcohol, dill oil, sodium bicarbonate. No, no dye listed, why?” he inquired. He didn’t know as much about babies as she did, because he hadn’t read all the forums about parenting she looked up on his phone. To him, in many ways, she was the baby expert and he simply looked to her for guidance.
Cherish bent over a bit, "Dye just isn't good for babies this young. How much is it..." Pausing at the price, she coughed and shook her head, "…oh no! That's too much! Put it away, Jasmine will be alright." She said in a somewhat joking manner.
Simon gave her a glare. He knew she wasn’t completely serious, but he still made a fuss and placed the box in the cart, “My baby is getting her medicine.” He stated.
Cherish didn't even fight him over his claim, "So your child is going to get an eight-dollar bottle of medicine that we don't even know will work or not?" She asked.
Simon began to push the stroller once again, but still seemed a bit frazzled, “That’s right, she is.” He answered.
Cherish looked down at Jr., who already had his head turned to her, and smiled from ear to ear. She talked to Jr. as his mouth broke apart and his feet kicked, "That better work then. Yes, it better. Yes, yes, yes. Ooo! I love you handsome." She said lightly pinching his cheek. She turned right, and Simon went left with the mission to make the trip quick.
Cherish glanced down a main walkway and pointed back towards the hair and beauty products, "Wait. Do we need more soap or shampoo?" She asked.
Simon stopped in his tracks and lowered his shoulders. They did. “Shampoo and conditioner, we have soap though.” He answered.
One matronly woman waddled by, talking into her phone out of earshot of Cherish, "And when I get home. You will eat what I put out, or I will sit on your face..."
Backtracking, he passed by the woman and wondered if he was illogically willing to get cheap brands for that. Meeting with Cherish again, he took the two in one bottles of shampoo in the largest size on sale and placed it in the cart, “What else do we need?” he asked.
“Are you sure we have enough Ivory?” She asked.
Simon nodded, “We have two bottles of Aloe and one Ocean.” He answered before he looked to the Ivory and grabbed another Aloe, “We could use another.” He answered.
The woman passed them by again. Cherish didn't hear, but surely smelled something. Her eyes widened, and she quickly stepped to Simon and grabbed his arm, "Oh my god. What was that?" She hissed in a whisper.
Simon looked down his nose at her with a confused, questioning expression, “What was what?” he whispered back in a hushed tone. Looking around, he tried to spot the problem before he once again saw the woman who lingered around strangely, “Her?” he asked.
Cherish’s brown eyes then flicked around Simon’s body towards the woman. She waved her hand in the air several times and chanted, “I don’t care! I like sex!” repeatedly to whoever was on the other line.
Without looking away, Cherish grabbed the packages of soap from Simon’s hands and dumped them in the cart by her hip, “I don’t know what the hell that was, but I just smelled something ungodly…like death and burnt crayons.” She whispered in response. Pulling away, she nudged her head towards the sanitary napkins wall in the opposite direction, “Let’s get the kids out of here.” She hissed with a laugh.
Simon’s eyes locked onto the strange woman as he rolled the babies further away, “Oy vey.” He muttered under his breath.
As soon as Cherish rounded the corner of the shampoo aisle, the woman turned around faced them. She argued into the cigarette box held to her ear. Cherish’s eyes widened and she stopped short which caused Simon to hit against her backside with the stroller. She waved her hand to him quickly and pointed at the woman who flailed about, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE LIVER WENT BAD!” the woman exclaimed.
Cherish slapped her hand over her mouth and leaned over. She barreled into the next aisle; laughing, “Oh god. Oh shit. We have to get out of here!” she hissed at him in delight.
Simon was appalled. He cut Cherish a pointed look as they escaped, “This is why I didn’t want to come here. You’re trying to get us killed!” he exaggerated.
Cherish snorted out a laugh and noticed the woman stopped talking mid-sentence. Her large brown eyes looked at Simon through her black curls and she felt as though she watched them through the shelves, “Oh God.” She whispered trying to hold back her giggles.
He took her by the hand and pulled away from the crazy female, “Let’s get out of here.” He muttered.
They passed by the toys, “Wait though! I wanted to see what they had for the kids!” she said. But, Simon wasn’t having it. Past housewares and electronics Cherish piped up once more, “What about
