The sliding doors at Target opened, and you and Madison walked in, her hand swinging in yours as she scanned the aisles with excitement.

“Okay, we’re here for snacks,” you reminded her as you grabbed a cart. “Just snacks.”

“Uh-huh,” Madison said with a little smirk that immediately made you suspicious.

Five minutes later, you were in the toy aisle—definitely not the snack aisle—because Madison had made a detour. Her eyes suddenly widened as she spotted something on the bottom shelf.

“Oh. My. Gosh.” She crouched down and pulled out a Bluey plushy, holding it like it was a treasure. “LOOK!”

You blinked. “Seriously? You’re twenty years old, Madison.”

“So?!” she said, hugging it to her chest with a grin. “Bluey is adorable! Can we get it? Please?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “We came here for snacks, not… children’s cartoons.”

Madison’s lips curled into a pout—the pout she knew always got to you. “But he’s so cute… look at his little ears! Babe, pleaseee.”

You tried to stay strong. “No. We’re adults. We do not buy Bluey plushies.”

She gasped dramatically. “Wow. So you’re just gonna crush my dreams like that?”

“Madison—”

“Bluey wouldn’t treat me like this,” she said, holding the plushy up like it was judging you. “Bluey understands love.”

You couldn’t help laughing, even as people walked by giving you two weird looks. “You’re insane.”

“Insanely cute,” she corrected, grinning. “So… can we?”

You sighed, defeated, because you already knew how this was ending. “Fine. Get the Bluey.”

“Yes!” she cheered, throwing her arms around you—Bluey still squished between you two. “Best boyfriend ever.”

As you pushed the cart away, you muttered, “We’re supposed to be getting snacks…”

Madison skipped beside you, holding the plush like a trophy. “Snacks AND Bluey. This is the best Target trip ever.