I was grocery shopping with Kenzie. We had just turned our cart down an aisle when a man, early 20s, turned at the same time and our carts nearly collided. I apologized and let him by. As he was walking down the aisle, Kenzie takes off a few feet in his direction and yells, “Sorry! SORRY! I SAID SORRY!”
That’s not the embarrassing part. This is.
After he didn’t answer she turned around to look at me with a sad face and said, “Mommy, I don’t think that was my daddy.”
Yeah, there were a lot of people around when she said this. A lot of people who now think I am so unsure of her baby daddy, that there could be that many, that we randomly look for him in public places.
And that is how I became known as the Whore of Target.
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