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Shopping

Well, it finally happened, shopping with you the other day at Costco.

Walking around the store, your head is up as you try to see everything at once. Turning from side to side and then back again in the seat, you look at other people, at the shelves, the lights of the ceiling, the items I put in the basket, Everything is interesting and fascinating.

I carry on a continuous conversation with you while we shop. We talk about everything that’s going on. The shopping list. The things I put in the cart. Your reaction to things. The free samples. We interact with each other as you interact with the environment. It’s usual.

There were little girls and boys around your age at the store. But they don’t behave the way you do. They cower in the carts like trapped, wide-eyed animals that look like this:

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You’re clearly different from many babies your age. When we take you out people complement you. They can see your excitement.

Other shoppers return your smile and comment on how happy you are.

They say things like,  “oh, she’s so pretty.”

”Look at that smile. “

She’s so precious.”

”How old is she?” the Costco employee asked.

”14 months this past Monday.”

”She’s adorable.”

And then it happened –

”Is she your granddaughter?”

”She’s my daughter.”

Someone was going to ask that, I just thought I’d be older when they did.

Plenty of people are grandparents when they reach the age Mommy and Daddy are now.

Mommy and Daddy have friends from high school who are grandparents.

The reality is we’re old enough to be your grandparents, but we’re just Mommy and Daddy, and you’re our little girl.

Shopping at Khol's, April 17, 2015.

Shopping at Khol’s, April 17, 2015.