I was going to write this blog tonight about how I find it so incredibly rude when people don't say hello to my child. How can you not say hello to a two year old? I would write in excess about my thoughts on this but I'm so tired. So I'm not going to blog about it.
I'll spare you my thoughts on how a two year old, sitting in a cart, saying, "Hello! Hello! HELLO! HIIIIIIII!!!" must be easy for some checkers to ignore. But no, I will go sit and get cozy and listen to the rain fall. Just say hi to my kid next time you see him, k? Thanks. He would really appreciate it. He's such a sweetie...with a thing for Hannah Montana. (When he picked out his Build-A-Bear, he even got a Hannah Montana microphone for it. He still plays with it. The microphone. Not the bear so much.)
I'll spare you my thoughts on how a two year old, sitting in a cart, saying, "Hello! Hello! HELLO! HIIIIIIII!!!" must be easy for some checkers to ignore. But no, I will go sit and get cozy and listen to the rain fall. Just say hi to my kid next time you see him, k? Thanks. He would really appreciate it. He's such a sweetie...with a thing for Hannah Montana. (When he picked out his Build-A-Bear, he even got a Hannah Montana microphone for it. He still plays with it. The microphone. Not the bear so much.)
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