Yesterday, as I was pushing W around the grocery store it became quite clear that we were sticking out. It wasn’t that I was the only Mother, and it wasn’t that I was the only shopper with coupons. It was that I had a miniature copilot squeezing the Charmin. A silly little imp sitting in the seat of the buggy leaning out to every person we passed in the aisle and proclaiming, “heeeeeeeeeey!” A full on Gomer style, sweet tea sippin’, Southern hello. My son has a dipthong.
I wonder how long it will last.