Rolling the cart around the supermarket, your eyes dart at various different things, wondering if you should get them or not. Meanwhile, you had your husband and kid walking side by side with you.

They looked more like twins, both having black hair, markings, and wearing the same attire. It was adorable to you.

Suddenly, your son, Meguna, comes running back to the cart with two sticks of celery in each tiny hand. “I got the celery for you mom!” He says joyfully, his taller father coming right up behind him with a bigger piece of celery. “I got it first, kid.”