And Then I Crawled Under A Rock and Buried My Head

Last week I'm at the new ghetto Staples (labeled as such due to it being a new building yet still in the ghetto where we used to live) buying some school supplies (9¢ filler paper-um, hello!) and I've just got K with me (M was at dance camp, B at home).  We're cruising through the store quickly b/c at this point I've got tons more errands to run.

I scurry into the check-out line with my paper, getting in front of a group of mature adults squawking like wet hens at each other.  Something about their mother's brother's auntie's son being in 8th grade now...whatever, I totally didn't care.

I'm digging 50¢ out of my change purse when all of a sudden I hear K beside me yell:

"Hey, you!  Stop talking!"

Oh, no she didn't!

O.M.G.  Oh, yes she did!

I'm all like "K, that's not nice!" when the lady behind me says:

"I'm sorry, was I offending you?  Am I talking too loud?"  She's laughing as she says this BTW.

So what does K do?  She answers her:

"Um, yes!"

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This is what I have to deal with when she's not doing behaving like this.

Comments

[Kori]

Oh my goodness. I would think it but never say it. Gotta love kids and their brutal honesty.

[Audra Krell]

That is hilarious. I hate it when my boys say exactly what I'm thinking to strangers, it makes it hard to discipline!

[Angie @ KEEP BELIEVING]

You just have to keep repeating that their behavior does not define your identity. I have to tell myself that a lot.

KEEP BELIEVING

[Tara R.]

You know you've wanted to say that very thing at least once... too funny!

[Nicole]

That is so funny. At least she is cute and can get away with it.
last weekend we were at a Safeway and the butcher guy was outside while we were on the way to the car. He was joking around with the kids and then S, 6 year old, said, "Stranger...You're a stranger!" *lol* I was embarassed but at least he listens to me but he is supposed to say that if I am not around not when I am right there with him. *lol*