In our house, a trip to the grocery store is a little different, depending on which parent goes. For example...
Choosing breakfast cereal
Mom-style: She examines the cereal box for information like sugar content and price-per-ounce. She gets the medium-sized box of the Multi-grain Cheerios since there seems to be a sale on them and they are fairly healthy.
Dad-style: I look at the size of the cereal box and think, am I going to get any of this after the kids get to it? So, I get the jumbo box of Fruity Pebbles, instead of the normal-sized one.
Mom-style: She will debate for a long while over whether or not we need chips. And, if so, what's the cheapest bag she can get that no one will complain over. Also, if we get tortilla chips, do we really need potato? What about pretzels? Can she fool the family with those?
Dad-style: [picks out favorite chips and throws them in the cart.]
Buying extraneous things
Mom-style: She'll hit up the mega-clearance racks for little girls clothes, or throw 6 yards of elastic in the cart.
Dad-style: I don't buy anything extraneous, it's all necessary.
On picking up a few items
Mom-style: Every time we enter a grocery store, she starts thinking about meals for the future (so we start going down all the aisles). Meal planning is good, I'm not complaining about it. What I am complaining about though, is that she chooses to do this when I thought we were just running in for milk, bread, and ibuprofen.
Dad-style: I just pick up milk, bread, and ibuprofen. And maybe some Reece's cups at the register.
Purchasing essentials before a big snowstorm
Mom-style: I think she told me we just needed peanut butter, jelly, and bread. And milk. And some onions. And-- (see above).
Dad-style: Candy, Fruity Pebbles, Fruit Loops with Marshmallows, a couple of bags of chips, some drinks. Oh, and I did get milk, bread, peanut butter, and jelly too. And laundry detergent. (see, I'm not completely thoughtless about our practical needs!)
For other Dad-style posts, knock yourself out:
If Dads Had Play Groups
Scott Keen grew up in New York, the youngest of three children. While in law school, he realized he didn't want to be a lawyer. So he did the practical thing--he became a writer.