Keeping the Humor

(this pic is totally random...

MW picked up the camera from inside the car and took a picture of us...

more like about twenty pics of us...)

This morning found me and the little man at Target...trying on a maternity dress...that a few nights ago T  had said he really liked. (He NEVER makes comments like that about clothes)...which is why I was there, trying it on.

So anyway...we make our way to the dressing room. I had just taken the dress off when the little man unlocked the door...and ran out...

Without thinking...I too ran out...and grabbed him by the back of the shirt...and backed back into the dressing room. I explained to him in no uncertain terms exactly what would happen should he open that door again.

Now, I had a choice to make. To either cry and die in there of embarrassment (which in my hormonal pregnant state, made sense for a splitting second), or laugh it off.

I decided the only logical choice was to laugh it off.

Let me just say that at six and a half months pregnant, there were some really lucky shoppers in the clothing/shoe department of Target. (I am being COMPLETELY sarcastic.)

However, I don't think I'll take the little man in the dressing room with me again. EVER.