We were digging through boxes of clearanced mittens and other miscellaneous at the local 1/2 of 1/2 store. You know, $.49 for a brand new Children’s Place hat, simply because it’s last season or needs about 3 stiches to close the seam that’s split a bit? This is how I clothe my children. Love it.
Ruby found newborn tights. “Mom, tights!”
“But we don’t have anyone that size.”
“Oh. Well, Pierce could wear them!”
“Pierce is a boy, honey. No tights for Pierce.”
A fifty-something lady nearby snickered.
Then Ruby found a bra. It came complete with cleavage, none of the wearer seemed to be required. She hollers at the top of her three year old little lungs, “Mom! Boobs! I can be like you!”
The lady snorted. I took the easy route.
In a completely deadpan voice, I said, “Oh, how nice Ruby. You’ll be beautiful.”
Pretty sure that lady would have had milk coming out of her nose. You know, if she’d have been drinking anything.