Grocery Store...

I have a lot of great grocery store mishaps. Most of them include the teller asking me if I am paying with food stamps or my children singing to other customers at the top of their lungs...but today's was just a chapter out of WHAT?!

We shop for a month at a time - perhaps more about that later - and Jon and I have always done it together. It requires two carts and lots of lists - it is just easier to divide and conquer - the list and the toddlers.

Today I decided to do all of the monthly shopping by myself - well, with said toddlers in tow. My goal was to get as much off of the list as possible while still leaving JD room to "sit on his bottom" (a phrase I utter 100 times while perusing the shelves of my local superstore).

I ran into a woman who I used to have a lot of contact with. Because of a change in careers - hers, not mine - I no longer see her. It was great to "catch up" - and by great I mean extremely stressful trying to fill her in on all that is going on now while making sure toddler one didn't bite through the deodorant (again) and toddler two didn't pull the swiffer sweepers off of the shelf on top of toddler one.

She asked to be introduced to the boys - I introduced JD first. He was wearing a "Big Brother" shirt. She asked if he was the big brother - he said "No, I'm JD." Then he told her about the dinosaur that was hiding near the milk. Entertaining. Then, I braced for it.

I realize when one names her child 'Jairus' they must accept that it is uncommon and most will pronounce it incorrectly given the first attempt. This is not usually the case when I say the name first...but...

Me: This is Jairus.
Lady: Oh, hi Jared! Aren't you adorable.
Me: His name is Jairus. It is a name from the Bible.
Lady: JARus, I've never heard of it.
Me. JAIRus. (insert story of Jairus from the Bible).
Lady: Oh, well it doesn't really matter.

What? It doesn't really matter that you call my child the correct name? After I introduce him three times?

Me: Oh, okay, See you later then Betty.
Lady: Oh, my name is ----- (I'll give you a hint - it isn't Betty)
Me: I know. I thought correct names didn't matter.

Yes, I know my Southern friends are cringing...but seriously, sometimes people just need to hear it.