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Kizzy said:You too
Gawd my kids were horrible in there one day. Of course I ran into Barbra and her hubby and BL and that was just the forum people. I also ran into a few former co-workers.
May I relay a story that I have already shared with a few others today.........
Imagine this; me, hubby; and two very energetic little boys at the grocery store. (do I need to go any further??)
we're standing in line to check out; not all the way to the conveyer belt yet; but next in line. I notice the boys snickering to eachother and over hear them questioning what gender the cashier is. As the cashier has a weave and a very very dark mustache. Do I ignore them and just change lanes knowing the outcome? NOoooooooooooooooo...of course not. :dur: My hubby pulls them aside and tells them that all people are different and it would really hurt her feelings if they continue on talking about it so loudly. That they need to remember their manners. They say all sweetly "yes sir". Awww...my kids are great.....YA FRIGGEN RIGHT!!!
They wait until we're all the way up in front of her....and my youngest asks..."Are you a boy?" (I nudge him in the shin to move forward but he doesn't budge) She say's "excuse me hon?" The oldest answers for him "he wants to know if you're a boy" (I tug on his ear trying to move him on now also...he also does not budge). The cashier says "no hon, I'm a girl" and plays it off nicely..I'm thinking whew..that was not that bad....until.............my youngest then goes "well then why do you have a mans mustache?" to which my oldest pipes in just to make sure she heard, "ya, you have a daddy's mustache but girls hair; thats wierd". She just chuckles and continues doing her thing being ever so not gentle with my tomatoes now. I grab them by their necks and move them down the line to which their going "what mom???" I tell steve; you take care of this I"m going to take the boys to the truck; to which my darling hubby throws his wallet at me; grabs the kids and goes "I got it! "(he's so kind to leave me at the mustache ladies reckoning).
My youngest then throws himself on the floor and starts screaming like he's going to get beat once he gets outside..." NO DADDY; i WANT TO STAY WITH MOMMY; I PROMISE I WONT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THAT MUSTACHE LADY!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" (you know just in case no one heard them picking on the hairy woman the first time)
Kids are great.