just another conversation with people in line at Wal-Mart

Went to Wal-Mart last night for some much needed vino, paper towels, laundry detergent, you know, important stuff. Jez and I were in line and this woman walks up behind us, barely noticeable, until I REALLY looked at her and watched out of my peripheral vision, what she was doing. Her items were that of odd; a tub of chewing gum, some plastic hook things and a duster. Perhaps she was going to hang some pictures, with plastic hooks, stuck to the wall by gum. She opened the tub and asked me "can he have one?" Caught off guard, I look, realize she means Jez and I politely say "no, he's too little". 

"Well, he was eye-balling it..."

"yeah, I bet...but no thanks."

"wow, he must look JUST like his daddy because he looks NOTHING like his momma.."

crickets...and some more crickets.

"wow, um don't know what to say to that"...as I really look at her and her pink jeans, black and hot-pink playboy bunny shirt, HUGE coke bottle glasses and really bad haircut. She was pleasant enough, but without a mute button. It was the icing on the cake of my day.

This morning, I dropped Jez off at school and stayed just a TAD too long. All the other kids were sitting at a table with no room so Jez had to start the 2nd table. There is a kid in the class named Jack who I think may be his little buddy. He sat with Jez and ate breakfast. All of a sudden, Jez says "mommy, stay at school" with tears in his eyes. Woops, time to exit stage left. 

First week of school, he's a pro. And he DOES look like his momma, dammit!