Sassy Bee and I were shopping in the craft store the other day. When we got to the counter, the only cashier, turned away (as if she didn't see or hear us--which is virtually impossible with the lungs on my kid) and proceeded to call her friend about an order of balloons. During her conversation, my dear sweet 3-year-old was yelling, "Hey! Hey! Hey Lady!" I tried to quiet her, but anyone with a determined child knows it is difficult without going to jail. So, finally, the lady hangs up the phone and looks at Sassy expectantly and Sassy says, "You talk on the phone too much! Can I have a balloon?"
Was I surprised? Not really.....Admittedly, I have heard worse from Sassy.
Was I Embarrassed? A little.
Was I in Agreement? Hell yes! I can't stand it when somebody makes me wait to chat on the phone...whether it be in the car or in a store or anywhere.
Did Sassy get her balloon? No. The lady looked right at Sassy and said, "You can't have one unless your mom can afford one...." Afford one? Well, I won't go on that rant, but needless to say, we didn't get a balloon.
And, before anyone asks....NO, I wasn't wearing my sweats....
Does anyone have a similar story?