Love Ya Like A Sis

Earlier this week, Princess #4 and I headed out to Target after dropping her big sisters off at school.  We don't usually make a middle of the day run like that because #4 still naps and I'm doing everything in my power to keep her napping as long as possible.  So divergences from our routine rarely happen.

However.

Princess #4, despite having freshly turned 3, is still not potty trained.  I'm not stressed about this or anything, but it's time.  Hubs and I had determined that this weekend was THE weekend.  Potty boot camp.

So of course, we ran out of diapers two days before D-day.  Why does stuff like this happen?  It never fails.  Murphy hates me.

Actually, while I'm at it, why do I have to buy 30 diapers, when I really only need about 6 to get me through the next two days? Can't there be some sort of "pay as you go" type thing for diapers?  Furthermore, why the heck are the so-called "training" diapers twice the price for virtually the same product with different packaging???  Do they think parents are stupid?

Oh I'm sorry.  Didn't realize I'd jumped up on a soapbox.

Where was I?

Oh yes, middle of the day trip to Target.  SO.  We had to go pick up more diapers, so off we went.

It was one of those rare trips with Princess #4 that was actually fun.  That sounds terrible but, well, let's just say that most of the time she's quite opinionated.  But this particular trip she held my hand, skipped through the aisles, carried on logical conversation with me and was just generally pleasant.  We picked up the blasted package of 30 size 4 diapers (I only NEED six!) and while we were at it we went ahead and grabbed a little potty seat to put on the big potty.  3 year olds have tiny tushies.  We also picked up another package of Gerber training undies for good measure.

All set, we headed to check out.

As we were leaving, Princess #4 broke away from me and almost ran into an elderly gentleman as he entered the store.  Distracted by trying to catch up with her, I almost didn't hear him as I passed by but managed to catch the last end of his comment:

"Is she your sister?"

This photo was taken immediately following the incident.  I needed to see if I did indeed look like her sister.

The thought was so preposterous to me that I automatically assumed he was kidding and jokingly, sarcastically replied, "Oh yes, yes, she is!"

I mean come on.  I'm almost 35.  My womb has been stretched to the size of a watermelon 4 times over.  I know I'm short, but really?  I've got enough lines etched on my face from sheer exhaustion at least let me claim that mommy sleep deprived title with some dignity.  I seriously thought he and I were on the same, "haha, that's funny" page.

The look on his face clearly communicated that we were, in fact, NOT on the same page and he thought me incredibly rude.

He walked past me into the store without another word and it was at that moment, as I stood there with my little mini potty and stupid 30 pack of diapers that I realized,

Oh crap.  He wasn't joking.

Yea! for looking young enough to pass as my 3 year old's sister and Boo! for insulting some poor old guy that was just trying to make conversation.

Excuse me while I go hide with my 30 pack of diapers.