For yesterday's installment of Daddy/Seamus Day (every Monday, as Seamus happily proclaims each new week when he wakes up - that and to taunt his other brothers - "you have school and I don't!") Joe took Seamus on a few errands, including Target as I requested "comfy pajamas" for Christmas. And of course I pointed to the exact pair I wanted so Joe knew just where to go. Smart cookie I married, eh?
Joe was disturbed to discover that women's pajamas are in the section of the store called Intimate Apparel. He might have been able to overlook this and focus on the shopping task at hand, but Seamus was thrilled to poke around. He quickly grabbed a bra (in my mind, it was hot pink) and held it up to him and proclaimed, "Look, Daddy - I have boobies!"
But...this wasn't the worst part of that shopping experience.
Joe had Seamus on his shoulders trying to navigate the crazy crowds that assemble in Target 3 days before Christmas (esp. in a store that is just over the border in tax-free NH) and he needed to get around a lady. Being polite, he said "excuse me" to the lady...just as Seamus ripped a loud fart. The lady moved, but do you think it's because she knew to move or because she was horrified that someone farted? And does she think it was from the little guy or the big one?
Don't you wish you were a shopper at Target yesterday??
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