Because It's What I'm Good At

I quite often find myself sticking my foot in my mouth. Like all the way.

And today at Target was no exception.

Gabe & I were checking out. I had "freed" him from the baby spot in the front of the cart - to the big basket in the back. He was supposed to be putting his coat on. Instead he was attracting the attention of the little girl behind us.

This wasn't hard to do. We were making church purchases as well as personal purchases - and because church purchases are tax exempt, we have to do separate purchases (since my purchases are not).

Target has to have the most old fashioned process of tax exempt purchases; therefore, it takes a while.
And you know how people feel about being asked to wait. I mean, Lord forbid I inconvenience someone else.

But I had sympathy on the mother of the little girl. She had the little girl who was about four & a baby in the contained part of the cart. The mom looked pretty young & was clearly aggravated that I the checker was taking so long.

I have this nasty habit of caring how I effect other people, so when I do these church purchases, I usually let the people behind me know it might take a bit longer & I usually apologize, like a zillion times.

My apology didn't matter to her. She was still ticked off.

Then, the little girl pipes up while watching Gabe & his shopping cart antics,
"Hey, he's a baby."

I wanted to correct her & tell her not to use 'Hey'. But, instead I obliged... I usually converse with little kids everywhere I go because I seem to be a magnetic for people in the 10 & under category. I speak their language & have a strong rapport with them the same mentality level.
So, I came back with, "Yah? Does he seem like a baby since he's a little younger than you?
He's two. Are you four?"

Apparently this made her think of her dad,
"My dad has a girlfriend."

And, wanting to make sense of our conversation, it seemed logical for me to make the connection,
"Oh? Does she have a baby?"

And if the mom wasn't mad at me before that...