My papa and I go shopping

My papa and I go shopping. We go on the bicycle. First my papa pumps up the tyres. I sit ready in my bicycle seat.


Then we go to my favourite shops. The shopping carts are there, and the butcher where I get a piece of a sausage. And I walk all by myself, these days I know I have to walk ahead: when I was little, I would just walk here and there and stand still all the time. But now I understand it when my papa says: Come on, Ces! We go here!

I like going for shopping.