So I'm standing in the feminine hygiene isle at Target and both my girls are in the shopping cart consuming mass quantities of goldfish and fighting over one sippy cup of water. I'm trying to choose from the multitude of options and a lady is standing near me doing the same thing. London looks up and says "mommy, what are those?" I look at the woman, look at London, pause, and then scramble for an answer. "Umm, it's something we use to keep us clean sweetie." Seriously, what do you say??? I was laughing at this point and so was the woman next to me.
Later that day, we had to stop by the bank to deposit some checks. When we entered the front door, a bank employee offered to help us in the area with cubicles. I gratefully accepted and we sat down. London was in her Tinkerbell costume and quickly joined her sister on the floor to draw on some paper. I began my transaction and then heard an unmistakable sound. "Pfffttt!" Pfffttttt" Tinkerbell was laying on her tummy under the chair and drawing, and farting in the cubicle! "London! We don't do that here" I admonished her. Oh boy. I looked at the employee and apologized and said "she's three years old, what can I say? I'm so sorry". He started laughing and told me it was fine. Unfortunately, the smell began to permeate the small area and my degree of embarassment sharply rose. "London, that stinks!" At this point, the bank man and I are laughing out loud and cannot contain it. Tinkerbell is happily giggling now that she's relieved her tummy and Zoe is watching the entire scene.
Next installment soon...
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