I took Mitchell, one of my twins, to Michaels and the Dollar Store today for science project materials. I was standing next to a young man who worked at the store when this rough looking guy came walking up to the store employee and said, “Ummmm, so if I wanted to try to figure out if I was pregnant, uhhh… Can you tell me like what I would need…like where, what I should buy?”
I pivoted, looked the man in the face and said, “Well, I can tell you that you are absolutely NOT pregnant. Pay me a dollar please.”
At least the guy that worked there thought I was funny.
Not pregnant guy…not so much.
When I finally found Mitchell at the register his face was pink as a pregnancy test.
You would think my kids would be used to me by now.
We did have a pretty good laugh while walking back to the car.
All That Makes You…