There are plenty of reasons why I like to shop alone.
1. I don’t have to search for my children as they hide within the racks of clothing.
2. I’m free to take all the time I want in deciding between two shades of the same shirt.
3. There are no strollers to impede my maneuvering in tight spaces.
4. If I am inclined to stop for an iced chai at Starbucks I don’t have to break the bank in buying four creme frappuccinos.
All great reasons don’t ya think? But the number one reason I prefer to shop alone?
So that when I go into the fitting rooms to try on a bathing suit (which, if I’m being honest, is brutal enough already thankyouverymuch) I don’t hear snickers coming from the other dressing stalls in response to my toddler son proclaiming, “those your boobs mommy?”
Yes son. Those are my boobs. I’m so glad we had this talk.
Remind me not to take you into the bathroom stall with me, m’kay?
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hahahaha this totally cracked me up.
But in all seriousness: Target especially needs to work on their aisle width in the clothing section. It’s nearly impossible to wrestle a cart through them.
Ha ha ha! That’s great! I remember my daughter once mentioning my nether regions while we were in the ladies room and how mortified I was. Yes, all that stuff is better done alone…
And that my friend is why we’ve never given a name to those parts. Around here, my girls say ‘that’ or ‘those things’. Much lower chance for future embarassment. They also say that they have a ‘front butt’ and a ‘back butt’, which is A-ok with me! :D
I have a game that we play in the dressing room. Mommy gives you fruit snacks and you face the wall while she’s changing. They usually leave the store really hyper, but I have yet to be embarrassed in a dressing room. (I have been embarrassed everywhere else, though)
And I completely agree with the comments about the clothes section at target -I always thought they were trying to keep the carts out!
*lol* all very good points. My son also likes to point things like that out, they or course aren’t very hidden due to the fact I’m breastfeeding. So randomly throughout the day I hear, “boobs mom?” as a hand begins to draw near… to point, or rather to poke over and over until I exclaim: “YES, yes Teijah! Those are MY boobs… stop touching them!”. He also has a weird thing with butts and poking them… so not cool.
Oh boy – I feel your pain. Love the dressing room ideas from Becca!
My daughter was going through a stage when she was about 3 or 4 in which she liked to compliment people on just about anything. And yes, when we were in a dressing room she decided to say, “Nice boobies, Mommy!” Thanks honey.
I can one up that because my toddler doesn’t stop at boobs. He likes to say, Mama NIPPLE! and then try to touch it. Pervert.
Ah children…aren’t they lovely!?! My son likes to peak under the dressing room doors!
That’s why you don’t teach them to call them something that is recognizable.
When Stink was Jayce’s age, he called them “murses” – which to him was “nurses” because I nursed him until he was 2 1/2, yes I did.
Once he asked if the babysitter that was coming would have “murses”. Glad he asked BEFORE she came, but she wouldn’t have known what he was saying anyway.
Unless, you know, he tried to access them….. then it probably wouldn’t have mattered WHAT he called them….
Oh, my. So funny. I’m glad my son isn’t to that stage yet – he just stares in wonder. :)
HAHAHAHA! that’s so true!
Well you called it, you might be a redneck, he fits right in, your brother, 24 yrs Jayce’s senior still talks about boobies, oi voi….
That is so funny!!! It’s happened to me too with my son. They are masters of the obvious, huh?
too cute…but yes, a great reason to leave the kiddos at home!