I had several errands to run yesterday, so I managed to make my kids presentable complete with combed hair and clothes that...eeehh.... mostly matched, and off we went.
At our second stop of the day, I was searching for a birthday present.
My hubby turns 31 this weekend and he's kind of freaking out about it. Apparently turning 30 didn't bother him, but 31? Now that's a whole other story!
Anyhow, I was at Kohl's which is a clothing store where they have these shopping carts that somewhat resemble a stroller with a shopping bag in the back. I had been looking for one with double seats but they appeared to be gone, so I just put Alayna and Claira in the single seater.
And then I started to wonder if bringing all five kids had been a good idea.
A few moments later, one of the cashiers brought me a double seater saying that just after I had walked away from the front of the store, one was brought back.
After offering my many thanks she said, "Oh, I have two kids so believe me, I totally understand."
Oh... uh... *blank stare... blink blink*
And I smiled at her well intentioned comment.
Anyhow, I bit later my kids were getting bored as they tend to do when they aren't allowed to go running and screaming through the store in their underwear. So they started saying hi to everyone they saw.
Soon the was an older lady with an arm in a sling who walked through their midst and was instantly bombarded with some rather loud hello's. Being good natured, she paused and gave them all smiles and said hi in return.
Then Savannah spoke up. "What's that on your arm?"
And the boys echoed her question, several times.
Once they all finally stopped asking, she was able to answer that it was a sling for her hurt shoulder.
A chorus of "ooohhhhssss" followed and before I could blink an eye, Savannah had walked right up to her and gave her a big ole' fat hug.
Since you never really know how people are going to react I do believe I was actually holding my breath.
But the lady just laughed, even got a little teary-eyed and said, "Now that's just what I've been needing all day!"
Whew! That wasn't nearly as awkward as Savannah pausing in front of a man covered in tattoos and piercings and asking me right in front of him why he has a ring in his nose.
Of course, it might be my fault. Sometimes I encourage it. Like a little while back at the grocery store, there was an elderly gentleman with a cowboy hat on and Savannah asked me if he was a cowboy. I told her I didn't know and that she should ask him.
And she did.
And he said he was.
I can't say being shy is something my kids are good at.
It's a mixed blessing.