Quite simply, I must be completely blind to reality.
First off, I hate WalMart. With a passion. Dbot and I call it the Walmart Effect. We can go in togethere as friends, and by the time I check out, I'm about ready to strangle both my kids. I only go there on such occasions as today, when I needed dinner (a frozen pizza), safety goggles (don't ask) and various school supplies. Anyhow, we were checking out, and Sweaton, who is my tiny munchkin man, was climbing out of the cart. People need to realize one thing. PARENTS AT WALMART ARE OBLIVIOUS TO ALL EXCEPT THE ACTIONS OF THEIR KIDS. If we turn our focus away from the toddler and toward reality for one second, we are doomed to impulse purchases or destruction of merchandise from pleading children. I wish though, I paid more attention to surrounding reality in this instance.
As Sweatone was climbing around, I was like "He's my widdle munchkin man". And then I started singing the lollipop guild song. (I sing in public without provocation, b/c I'm quite possibly insane, but in a harmless manner). Unfortunately for me, my cashier, who to this point had gone unnoticed by me was a um... I don't know what the p.c term is? a "little person". She was quite offended. I feel like such a douche, I can never go back to walmart, except in disguise.
You may now laugh at me.