lesson learned...

The other night we bribed Oliver with ice cream for a hair cut. Granted, he doesn't scream in pain and yell "ouch" every time you touch his head, it's still a task that takes a lot of convincing on our part. Anyhoo. We finished with his hair cut. He agreed that he looked handsome. We left for ice cream at 8:00pm. Ice cream was yummy and everyone was happy. We headed over to Target to pick up a few items (yeah right, a few items at Target always end up costing you $125). Somehow I manage up in the dressing room with a cute pair of shorts. Sadly, they didn't fit. I leave the dressing room to hang them up and there on the rack is hanging a cute bra. Oliver takes his hands and squeezes both cups and yells "boobies, boobies, boobies"! In my head I'm thinking... Oh. My. God. Did my child just say that? Out loud? I quickly lean in and whisper "don't say that Oliver". Then a young girl leaving the dressing room at the same time busts out laughing and he goes at it again even louder, "boobies, boobies, boobies"! At that point, I just grab his arm and run off to meet Michael and Lennon in utter embarrassment. Of course, Michael has heard none of it because Lennon is having one of her Exorcist screaming moments and trying to climb out of the cart. Ahh, parenthood.

Lesson learned: Don't take 2 kids to Target at 8:30pm after eating ice cream.