I always get such a kick out of the comments I receive when I am out and about with all my kids!
No matter where we are, we tend to stand out. Especially at Costco. At least it seems like it. Maybe that is just because I shop there the most… I don’t know. It just seems that every time we are there, the comments come from all directions, both bad and good.
I remember one particular time last summer, right before Snuggles was born. The kids and I were at Costco, and a woman walks by and said, “WOW! You have your hands full, don’t you?” This is by far the most frequent comment we hear and I usually just smile. This particular time, however, Rascal looked up at me, with a confused look, and said, “Mom, why does everyone always tell you that you have your hands full, when your not holding anything?” I chuckled and Captain replied, “I think it’s because we have 2 boys and 2 girls and one more baby coming.” Yes… that would be the reason. No sooner had Captain said this, when another woman walked by and said, “Oh MY! You have YOUR hands FULL!” I’m sure she was confused when my children and I all started giggling!
Anyhow, a funny thing happened during our most recent Costco trip, this past Wednesday. After Mass, my two youngest brothers (ages 13 and 12) offered to come with me to help with the kids while I ran a few errands. I was so excited and thankful! This allows me to be able to run in and out while they watch the kids in the car. Errands can be exhausting when you are dealing with five car seats in between each stop! I was able to quickly run into Staples, Target and Michaels. Last on my list was Costco, and since I had a big list, we ALL went in! It was too funny to see everyones faces as they tried to determine if all 7 kids were mine or not… “They all look like family… Could they really ALL be hers!” I heard various people whispering around us.
When we were leaving the store, the women who checked our receipt asked, “Are these ALL your MUFFINS!?”
I responded, “Oh no, only the five little ones. These two are actually my brothers.”
She said, “Oh. OK.” and handed me back my receipt.
As soon as we were outside, my 13 (almost 14) year old brother leaned over and whispered, “Did she just call me a MUFFIN?!?”
I guess he is now too old to be called a muffin!
Too cute!!!!
better to be a muffin than a biscuit