Rachel and I did the grocery shopping last night. She only got me to buy a few extra things (not too bad) and we had to buy the "pink" eggs. The dozen jumbo ones instead of the 18 ct. extra large ones we buy. Oh, well. But I digress.
As we were going through the aisles, an older woman in the motorized shopping cart said, "Oh, what a cute baby."--meaning, what a cute little girl. I knew what she meant. I call my kids "baby" all the time. Unfortunately, Rachel didn't know and loudly proclaimed, "I AM NOT A BABY!"
At least the woman laughed.
