"You know," she said, "when a baby is that happy, you can tell that he gets lots and lots of love at home."
Ok, LoLs of the world, I forgive you for the comment about the curls.
I will NOT, however, be forgiving the denizens of Goodwill. Ever.
So I was looking for a muumuu. "Why why?" you might ask, and rightfully so. Because, because I am attending a wedding on Saturday, and that was the suggested attire.
I'm standing in the aisle, looking through the dresses, and a woman is talking to Jack, who is in the cart beside me.
"Oh, aren't you a precious boy? Aren't you happy? Are you having fun shopping with GRANDMA today?"
That sound you hear is someone scratching the needle off of the record in my head.
I just turned to her and said, "Really?" and swore never to set foot in Goodwill again.
(The muumuu is a no no, anyway, particularly when one is nursing. I will be wearing a skirt and top, instead, thank you very much.)