Maximus and Minimus had the child-sized carts and were racing up and down the aisles getting watermelon, peanut butter, and taco shells. I was pushing Mimi and Elly in the cart with the race car on it, and dragging the stroller behind me with the twins. It was also after eight on a Thursday night, so the store was blessedly empty.
We turned down the frozen foods aisle and there was an elder gentleman about half-way down. He took in the older children and turned to me with the biggest grin on his face, and held up four fingers to ask if they were all mine. I smiled and indicated the stroller behind me. He gave a surprised look and then smiled even bigger as he held up a fifth finger. I ducked my head and laughed as I waited for him to come around so he could see inside the stroller.