I was changing… She asked me why my boobs were so big, I told her hers probably would be too and I’m sorry…she gave me that look.
Eryn was watching this kiddie show on Netflix. It was looking like a pretty good show. The main character told made up stories to her little brother, and each episode had a new word for kids to learn. One I remember was engrossed for example, because the brother was engrossed in video games. Very imaginative and educational.
But I turned the show off, because in one story the little brother refused to take a bath and potatoes grew from his ears and blah blah. But the new word was hideous. He was calling himself hideous, others in the story were calling him hideous, I thought it was inappropriate. Eryn goes “mom? He cute doodle boy, that’s mean to say to him.” (Doodle as in, the characters are made to look like they were drawn and colored by a 4 year old.) So, that was that for that show.
I’m buying Eryn a little outside lawn chair. They’re 5 bucks at work and I don’t give a crap. Because she keeps using our adult sized ones (the white plastic cheapy ones) to sit down on while she’s paying outside and they’ve almost tipped backwards on her way more times than I’d like. Nearly gave me a heart attack.
So, you know that whole cute thing where you draw letters on someone’s body to say something to them? Well yeah, Andrew and I were cuddling and playing that game last night and he asked me to marry him.
A week or so ago. This lady got caught shop lifting and was brought up to where they’re all brought up and had to undergo the process of being a nitwit with our loss prevention.
Her 2 children where roaming the store lost and confused, looking for their mother. They were like 8 and 4.
I had to go sit up with this lady because there needs to be 2 people at all times blah blah blah. I knew those children where hers because they described her. She apparently hadn’t said a word about having kids sense she’d been up there. Then. They page her, over the intercom. And I turn to stare at this lady and she doesn’t budge. No concern for her small children who were all alone what so ever. I nearly slapped her.
If I were stupid enough to steal with my children, let alone steal, the FIRST thing I would be saying is ‘oh hey my babies are probably lost, scared, and confused. Their roaming your store all alone unsafely. Please make sure they’re okay.’