She knew he could actually do it.

She rolled her eyes and removed the toy Brian had just picked.

“That's plenty. Let's leave some for others."

"Is this all we're getting? There's so much more ahead."

“That's all!"

Rosalynn decisively turned the cart towards the cashier.

Brian seemed a bit disappointed but had no choice but to follow Rosalynn.

A baby's voice rang out nearby, saying, "Pretty lady."

Rosalynn's face lit up with joy, and she called out excitedly, "Sheldon!"

There he was, Sheldon, sitting in a tiny cart, his large, sparkling eyes fixed on her.

Elma, the woman Rosalynn had met the day before, was pushing the cart.

Rosalynn hurried toward the little boy, forgetting her shopping cart.

Brian, looking concerned, tugged at her. “Take it easy."

"Honey, this is the sweet boy I was telling you about," Rosalynn said with a big smile.

Brian gave Sheldon a closer look, his eyebrows slightly raised.

The boy was indeed charming, a perfect blend of Lyndon and Tilda in appearance.

Approaching them, Rosalynn greeted Elma, "Hi there! Out for some shopping, right?"

"Yes, just picking up some milk powder for Sheldon," Elma responded warmly, recognizing Rosalynn.

The little boy babbled, “Nanny Elma's getting food for me, but it's going to cost Tilda a fortune. I wish I never got hungry."

Rosalynn burst out laughing at his words.