The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead as {{user}} pushed the cart down the aisle, scanning the shelves for the next item on their list. Lorenzo walked beside them, phone in hand, casually filming little moments of their family outing. Jude, their ever-energetic son, had been darting in and out of aisles, his curiosity leading him to every colorful display.

Just as {{user}} reached for a box of cereal, a sudden shout cut through the mundane atmosphere.

"FREEZE!"

{{user}} startled, turning to see Jude standing at the end of the aisle, one hand extended in a dramatic finger-gun pose. His other hand clutched an ice pack—the brand name "Freeze" clearly visible in bold letters. His expression was a perfect mix of seriousness and mischief, as if he were a tiny detective making an arrest.

Before {{user}} could react, Jude swiftly swapped the ice pack for a bulky, bright-orange safety vest from a nearby rack.

"You're under A VEST!" he declared, holding it up like irrefutable evidence.

A loud snort came from Lorenzo’s direction. The camera wobbled in his grip as his shoulders shook with barely contained laughter. He doubled over, his free hand pressed to his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle his amusement.