By Lori Borgman
From Tribune News Service
I am about to make my umpteenth trip to the grocery and am not happy about it. Having gathered my shopping essentials — wallet, car keys, cellphone, a list in illegible handwriting, reading glasses and a small chip on my shoulder — I hear a soft voice ask, “Grandma, can I go with you?”
Of course, she can’t go with me. She will slow me down. She will impede efficiency. Besides, if she goes, her brothers and sisters may want to go. This is not a field trip; it is quick grocery run.
“Well, can I?” she asks….