The Shopping List is magic. You write the names of objects on a piece of paper, and a few days later those objects appear in your pantry or refrigerator. Magic.
Fine, it's not magic. Bump drives to multiple local merchants, accompanied by one to three children in various stages of nap requirement, and purchases these items. He then places the items in logical places around the house, all while trying to transfer sleeping toddlers to their beds.
Bump often has multiple lists going; his lists are venue-specific and are usually sorted by location in the store. I can never be sure if I'm supposed to put something on the Target list or the Costco list or the Giant list - or the very targeted Trader Joe's list - so I just write everything down in the same wondrous place. (This is where you are supposed to congratulate me for at least noting somewhere that I have used the last of the mustard, rather than leaving my spouse to rifle furiously through the fridge while I'm at work.)
We can at least agree that the Shopping List is Mysterious then, right?
I know I haven't seen you guys in awhile, so it feels like I'm showing you my underwear after saying a quick hello, but here:
It appears Lumpyhead is testing the magic and/or mystery of the Shopping List.
