So, No. 1 is home sick from school with our family's very first case of pneumonia. He needed antibiotics so No. 1, No. 2, No. 3 and I all took a little excursion this morning to our neighborhood grocery store to have his prescriptions filled and pick up some "sick at home with our very first case of pneumonia" essentials.I hadn't really noticed before, but apparently I must not have been doing a lot of school-day, morning-time grocery shopping with all three boys lately, because this morning I noticed an unusual number of comments about my entourage. "Are they all yours?" "What a basket load!" "Handsome bunch of boys, you have!" "You boys bein' good to your momma?" Etc.
Then, there I was in the middle of the produce section scouting some celery, when she approached. Sweet Elderly Woman walked over to our basket to take a closer look at its contents. The boys peered out at her. She remarked, "You know, they grow up so very fast." "Yes, I've heard that rumor," I smile. "I had 3 boys, too," she adds, "but they're all grown now. . .no more little ones at my house anymore. . . ."
To which No. 2 (age 4) responds, "Of course not, just look at her, she's so old!"
Nice. But, then, she did say that she has boys. . .surely Sweet Elderly Woman understands! Right?
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