The setting: Wal-Mart 3:30 in the afternoon with 6 kids.
I thought I could just scoot into Wal-Mart and quickly buy the Chief's toiletries. I thought I could just swing by maternity and look for some nursing bras. I was thrilled to discover when I asked that Wal-Mart does in fact sell nursing bras.
I FINALLY find my size all the while directing kids. I had two in the buggy and four around the buggy (and in clothes, and on the other isle, and such). SOOOO, I am looking for one more bra in the right size and hear this...
Doodlebug #4 (that's Gunner, Uncle Jon)
"Mommy look, mommy look, I got a fishing pole!" "Mooommmmyyy, MOMMY!!!!!! Look, my fishing pole."
I look...BIG mistake, in a very crowded Wal-Mart my son has taken the bra out of the package hooked Daddy's razors on the end of it and flung it over the side of the buggy and is "fishing" with my nursing bra.
That's my que....EXIT (left, right, ANYWHERE)