to the market

It's been humid for the past few days so my patience has been low.
Just above zero.

I am often going to the market - most everyday.  I'll ask Anne if she needs something and if there is nothing she'll answer:
"Nothing now."
Which means we're low on something.  To avoid another trip later in the day, or tomorrow, I'll ask her what she needs.
"Tomato paste.  We have food now, but I'll make something tomorrow and need more."
"Anything else?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe you could make a list."

How Anne makes a grocery list:

bread tomato paste flour
cheese soap
milk
yufka shampoo soda sugar

Fortunately, the market is close.  With three kids and hot/humid weather though, nothing's easy... unless I could just think it, and it would appear.

When Anne goes to the market herself, it's usually for bread.  She will go upstairs, change her clothes and her shoes, get her wallet and come down.  She went this morning, and the kids wanted to go with her.  I would have gone, but she was all ready to go - so I tended to Tuana's breakfast and they headed out.

They came back with simit and chocolate and something to cook special for when we had guests. However, Teoman had a plan to cook it with Babanne immediately.  The simit there were five because there are six of us.  I would have gone for three.  Teoman and Tomris will share one.  Tuana, Baba and I will share one, and Anne will eat one.  The temptation for Baba is too much.  I told Anne not to give him a whole one - and she answered, "Every once in a while he can have it."  He can have it everyday if he wants actually, but portioning is the problem.  "His sugar wasn't so high this morning."
"What was it?"
"110."  That's before breakfast.
"That's high, Anne."
"Gokalp abi's was 200."
Um.  I don't know what to say to that.  Or, actually I have a lot to say about this whole situation - but what am I going to do.  We will leave, and you will all do what you want anyhow.