An older gentleman stopped me at Starbucks today and asked if my two boys were mine. They were sitting on the same chair, quietly (for once) opening a game of Memory and happily sharing a little treat.
I enthusiastically answered yes and looked on proudly at my sweet boys.
He chuckled, reached out, and nudged my arm saying, ‘and you’ve got two more in there???’ (motioning not so subtly to my belly) ‘You do have your hands full!’
Once again, I leave Starbucks with my head hanging in shame but at least this time it’s not on the account of a spilled drink or tantruming toddler.
I’ve at least got that going for me right?