Vacation Bible School is in full swing at the Z.  This means that Kelley spends the evenings getting to know 4th & 5th graders while Butterfly and her friends are spoiled at the feet of our friend the Sweet Southern Belle.  The past two nights, Butterfly has come swinging in the door excitedly telling me about her activities, songs, stories, snacks, and even telling about her teacher.  (She told Kelley that her teacher was really good and must have taken teaching lessons.)

Since the event lasts until 8:30, it would mean getting home around 9:00…much too late for Ladybug.  So, I keep her with me and we waste the evenings away eating ice cream and flopping on pillows.  On Sunday night, I thought it would be a good idea to take Ladybug shopping with me.  She usually enjoys walking around the stores and eating things off the dirty floors.

Apparently, Kohl’s doesn’t have a large Sunday night crowd, so the nearly-empty store must have invited Ladybug to express herself.  Almost immediately after we walked in the door, she began running and yelling.  I chased her past t-shirts, pants, bras, suits, and into the shoe department.  It was at this point that she decided to point to each and every shoe and call them by name.  “shoe……shoe…..shoe……shoe….shoe…..”  I’m pretty sure that she found them all.

A few times in the store, people commented on Ladybug and mentioned how cute she is or how pretty her eyes are.  I gave a smile, said my thanks, and continued escorting her to pull more things off of shelves.  But some people saw her and didn’t say anything at all.  How could they do that?  Do they not realize how adorable my kid is?  Maybe deep down inside, they’re just jealous that their kid isn’t as cute as mine.  More likely, though, they take a look at me and assume that she’s not mine.  At any rate, next time you see us running through Kohl’s, do the polite thing.  Tell us how adorable we are.