What Fun I Had In Walmart

 Not My Photo - just reminiscent     

What fun I had in Walmart.

 

This man with his little bitty girls, one walking around, the other in the cart, similar in age, cute as a Rockwell painitng were right where I needed to be to get a rubber flat plug for my tub.  I asked him if he could just hand me one, and I'd get out of his way.

The little daughter in the cart, we were eye level, looked at me and very articulately said, "You're grandma!"

 

I laughed my head off.  All these years I've kept my hair brown because that's the way John liked it.  When he passed away I didn't care, didn't care about anything really, and quit coloring it.  It's white.  Well, ombré, the last bit is brown.  

Her words just hit me!  I laughed my head off.  I forget what I look like sometimes, until I catch a glimpse in a mirror, that is.  And I laughed more when I looked up at the dad who had big round eyes, and had slapped his hand over his mouth!  He immediately got on to the little one and looked at me apologetically, "Maddie!  We don't say that!" 

I wasn't offended.  I thought it was a hoot!

 

What I wouldn't give to give her a big ol' hug!

She was standing in the basket of the shopping cart, so I leaned in a bit, looked her in the eye, and laughed.

"Yes, I am, and my name is GrammyPam."