Confused

We recently took a trip to Trader Joe's. By we, I mean T, LJ, and me. T had found my elastic workout headband in the car and wanted to wear it. If you know T, he marches to a beat all his own. I really didn't mind, it even made his hair look more 70's.



Anyway, Trader Joe's was busy, an afternoon, and if you've been there, you know that they stock the shelves regardless of how many folks are trying to navigate the aisles. Their carts are tiny. So with two kids, T had to walk.

We were in the pasta aisle and there was a man of shorter stature stocking the shelf we were passing. He was wearing rather large earrings, you know the ones I mean? The ones that stretch the hole in your ear, so that you can actually look through the hole.
Why anyone would want to do this is beyond my comprehension. Ears don't stop growing, so can you imagine what they'll look like at 65?
I digress.

T comes up to me and says in his whisper, which isn't really a whisper, but more like a breathy shout; "Momma, that MAN is wearing EARRINGS!"
"Oh, OK." I say, in my most It's-Not-a-Big-Deal voice.
Then my headband wearing 4 year old proceeds to say, "I think he's CONFUSED!

It was all I could do to not crack up in the aisle.


Here's the other "confused" kiddo. She likes to carry the dog toys in her mouth and make woofing sounds.