We arrived at church yesterday morning relatively on time. I exited the car with a well stocked diaper bag, Mini-human #1 on foot and mini-human #2 in bucket car seat on my arm. I was feeling pretty a-mom-mazing. It's "winter" and I use the quotations to mean it is a little below 40 degrees, it's not snowing and we don't really need parkas and snow pants, because we are real New Englanders.
There is a SUPER nice volunteer church parking guy who I chat with every week. He knows our family, our cars and our regular parking spots. He looks at Mini-human #1 and asks HIM, "aren't your hands cold buddy?"
Woah woah woah, back it up super nice volunteer church parking guy. Seriously? I am killing it right now. No one has BM in their pantaloons. Everyone ate breakfast. I even took a SHOWER.
Time travel back 40 minutes prior:
The wheels started to come off the bus this morning right before we were ready to leave. I casually started the dialogue: Hey bud, it's time to go to church, please put your jacket on. Please put your jacket on. Put your jacket on...He finally flipped on his own jacket (#thankyoudaycare.) Then I offered him his moose hat which set him off into an angry tirade. PUT DOWN MY SIPPY! I WANT MY SUPERMAN HAT! I WANT MY RACCOON HAT! I WANT HOT CHEESE! GET APPLES AT STORE!
So no, super nice volunteer church parking guy, he does not have mittens on. I don't think his hand are cold. If they were then he would shout, I WANT MY MOOSE MITTENS! and I would casually take them out of our well stocked diaper bag.