So, last weekend, we are in Trader Joe's during some sort of grand opening craziness, and this married couple stops us, points at Titus, and says, "Is that a boy or a girl?"
First of all, THAT is a child, not a "that", and secondly, he was wearing a navy outfit with a monkey on it and navy sandals.
"He is a boy", we reply.
"HA! TOLD YOU!!" the wife replies, slapping her husband's arm. "We have been standing here forever, trying to decide!"
Seriously? FOR-EV-ER? Don't you Sandlot me. Okay, I get it. I'm getting his hair cut next week.
You win, lady at Trader Joe's.
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