Cause I need to write these down so I don't forget them... and so I have more blackmail for later on in life...
A few weeks ago, I ventured back to our favorite store, Walmart. I know, why do I go back there? We never make it out without incident... But that's neither here nor there. Suffice it to say, we went back. As we were going from aisle to aisle, things were going well, Riser and Kayson were both staying relatively close to me, Chase was content in the cart,and no one was begging for anything sugar coated. I was almost prepared to let my guard down. Then, we turned down a new aisle where a woman was shopping with her children. She was dressed in traditional middle eastern attire (think long black robe, long black head covering). She had her back to us looking at something on the shelf. Riser spots her, gasps a little too audibly (like when Everett hears them Sireens in Oh Brother Where Art Thou), turns to Kayson and yells "Kayson look!!! It's Darth Vador!!!" Just as she turns to put her item in her cart...Awesome I think to myself. Just Awesome. Immediately the blood drains from my face and I stammer out "I'm so sorry." She just kind of looked at me and walked on. The only thing I could think was, thank goodness she has 3 boys that look to be about the same ages as mine... She must know how they just say whatever pops into their head! From there, we had a long discussion about clothing and people and how people are just like us, no matter what kind of clothes they wear... Awesomeness... pure awesomeness.
Fast forward to earlier today. The boys and I take a trip to the library to pick out some books. We choose quite a few and make our way to the counter. As I begin checking out, a woman approaches the desk and begins a conversation (in a not so pleasant tone) with an employee about why she has been asked not to park her RV full of dogs, (some of which had exited the RV and were now roaming about out there, we saw them as we entered) in the library's parking lot. Not wanting to be a part of this, I pick up the pace. Kayson sat in the stroller observing the conversation as the woman got more and more irate. Finally, as her verbal assault continued, he could take no more. He leaned forward pointed right at her and said "You're a RAT!" (a common Kayson phrase when he's had it with someone) and then began shooting her with his invisible guns. The woman looks down and shoots him a nasty look, I shove the last of our books in the stroller, and we beat a hasty path to the door. Awesomeness... I love being a mom.
2 years ago
