I was standing in the kids’ section of Walmart, desperately searching for some winter gloves for my kids. My husband and I are determined that, this year, our children will be prepared when the first snow falls. No more pictures of our kids playing in the snow with socks on their hands – not that that ever happened. I mean, socks as mittens? Who would do such a thing? {Insert guilty emoticon here.}

In my defense, mittens and such are bought ev.er.y. year. But they end up on babies and filled with toys and hidden somewhere with all of the missing socks.

So, there I was minding my own business people watching at Walmart and I saw them. An older couple looking through the kids’ pajamas. “What size does the little one wear now?” the lady asked the man. “Don’t forget that so-and-so doesn’t like purple,” the man said. It was precious.

As I walked past them, I said, “Y’all are so cute.” The man looked up from the Dora the Explorer pajamas that he was holding and stared at me as if I had three heads. I felt foolish and tried to explain that I had five daughters and my parents go through the same thing when shopping. Who likes what color and what child wears what size – it gets so complicated. The woman smiled and said, “We have six granddaughters. Tell your parents we feel their pain.” I walked away with the man still staring at me as if I were a lunatic. Apparently, if you make small talk with folks at Walmart, you come across as slightly weird. Ooops.

Now, I know.

Merry Christmas, y’all!