I took the kids with me to Target today. I needed to get some cleaning supplies, paper products, and hygiene items.
I had my trusty list in my hand because I swore I was not buying ANYTHING that wasn't written down on that list. I was at the end of an aisle using one eye to read the label on an allergy medication, while the other eye watched the kids, who were now slightly up the next aisle.
T. was pointing to words on boxes and bags and then asking W. to read them to him.
Up until that point, I hadn't been paying attention to the dialogue, because I was crossing things off my list. Got to stick to the list.
I tuned into the conversation.
"W., what does this word say?"
"And that one?" "Glide."
My five year old ran over to the other side of the aisle.
"What about this long one?"
Snicker...I looked closer. It was the girly aisle.
Heck, at least they weren't throwing bouncy balls around. Plus they were teaching AND learning. My kids. Who'da thunk it?
This was such a proud moment. I pushed the cart ahead, I needed stuff in this aisle anyway.
"W., here are two words!"
"Sound it out. F makes the fu sound. E makes the eh sound. M makes the em sound. Fu eh em. Fehm. Fehminen. Feminine Wash!"
SNORT! I'm such a child.
I heard flip-flop running sounds behind me. I turned to see R. grab a box off the shelf at the end of the aisle.
Ah, how cute she wanted to get into the act!
"W. read me this one!" she exclaimed.
I'm an ass.