Mommy Went to the Shop

Mommy Went to the Shop

One sunny morning, Mommy said, “I’m just popping to the shop. I’ll be five minutes!”

She grabbed her bag, kissed us on the forehead, and walked out the door.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty.

We started to worry… until a loud whoosh shook the house. We ran to the window and saw a GIANT pink flamingo landing in the front yard. Mommy was riding it — wearing sunglasses, a crown, and holding a shopping bag filled with… glowing jellybeans?

She waved like it was completely normal.

“I had to go a bit further than usual,” she said casually. “The regular shop was out of galactic marshmallows.”

Then the flamingo blinked twice, turned into a rainbow-colored cloud, and poof! Mommy was back in the kitchen like nothing happened, unpacking star-shaped cookies and moon juice.

We never asked questions again when she said, “I’m just going to the shop.”

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Mommy Went to the Shop — Part 2

Later that evening, while we were brushing our teeth, we noticed something strange.

The glowing jellybeans Mommy brought home? They were humming.

Softly at first, like lullabies from outer space. Then one of them floated out of the bag and whispered, “The portal is opening…”

We ran to tell Mommy, but she was already standing in the living room, holding a map that shimmered like water.

“I didn’t want to tell you too soon,” she said, “but I’m not just your mom. I’m also a Level 7 Snack Wizard for the Intergalactic Grocery Federation.”

She opened the fridge, tapped on the back panel, and — click! — it swung open like a secret door.

Behind it? A spiral staircase made of waffles.

“Who wants to come to the next shop run?” she asked with a wink.

We didn’t even grab jackets.