The little old ladies at the commissary are always drawn to me and my little boys. We get lots of smiles, "aren't they cute"s, and an occasional story. Today, I received a fair warning from a little old lady in the commissary.
While selecting my avocados, this little old lady made her way over to Boy #1 in our race car shopping cart and started chatting with him. It was obvious that she found a lot of joy in my sweet son.
She continued smiling as she pulled me in close to her and said with a dreamy look in her eyes, "Oh, sweetie. Just wait until they're teenagers." I thought she was going to tell me something sweet like how much boys love their moms. No. She finished her statement with, "There will be lots of tooting."
I laughed out loud right then, then continued laughing to myself as I finished my grocery shopping. That little old lady's comment on the joys of raising boys made the dreadful task of shopping at the commissary with two young boys an experience to laugh at.
Thank you, little old ladies of the commissary!