Insult to Injury

Today I took both boys grocery shopping with me, something I normally avoid at all costs. They did well though, Drew in the front carrier and Ethan in the cart. We were on our way out when I spied one of those overly friendly, talkative Meijer employees who I manage to run into almost every week. I really kind of like her, actually. She makes me laugh. She hadn't seen Drew before and greeted him with coos and praise..."And what is her name?" Ha, ha...Um, actually HIS name is Drew. (He's wearing blue!) I didn't mind though and there was no awkwardness at all because I don't think this woman is capable of feeling awkward.

Really, I take everything she says with an extra helping of salt anyway. She was one who counseled me about a foolproof way to lose my baby weight(!). This method involves simply lying on your back and lifting up your head and only your head for as many repetitions as possible. "That's all you need to do! It worked for me!!" OH, Really!

Then she asked Ethan's name as well. "Oh, Ethan and Drew! You must love watching soaps!" Then she proceeded to tell me which daytime show starred my son's supposed namesakes and what part they currently played in the plot. Um, thanks!