This conversation happened at check out in the store last night.
My Husband: (Taking the money out of his wallet to pay the cashier) Do you have any change?
Me: Yeah. I think I have a quarter, but I don’t have it with me.
The Cashier: (Laughing)
My stepson: Are you going to cut the pineapple? If not, I’m going to cut it.
My husband: That’s enough pineapple for one night. We’ll have that one tomorrow.
My stepson: This place is just like a dictorship.
My husband: Yeah. A dictatorship where you can’t eat too whole pineapples in one night.
Today I overheard a converstation that went something like this.
Woman 1: I’ve nearly finished planning Alexandra’s 7th birthday party.
Woman 2: What have you decided to do?
Woman 1: We’re going to have a fashion party. The girls will try on designer clothes and have their hair and make-up done. The make-up will be age appropriate of course.
Woman 2: Well of course.
I’ll let the designer clothes thing slide, but I want to know what age appropriate make-up for a 7 year old looks like. Maybe it’s face paint, but somehow I doubt it.
