Becoming Obsolete

I've been taking G to the supermarket since she was little. But riding around in the trolley seat just doesn't cut it anymore. Recently, she's insisted on walking alongside me as I go around the shop, looking out for her favourite foods (the way she homes in on the six packs of own brand yoghurt is quite something).

The other day I turned around to find her doing this. Admittedly, she struggled to move it very far or very fast, and if I'd left her to it I suspect we'd still be going up and down the yoghurt aisle. But it's just another sign I'm becoming a bit obsolete. Not sure whether G will take to doing the washing up quite so easily, but I can always give it a go.