The other day I had to go into the post office with the boys. And lest you forget, experiencing the post office with toddlers is a special kind of hell. Seriously. Is there anywhere else that always has a line, that always moves slower than molasses? I didn't think so. We wait in line and I manage to amuse Garrett by having him tell me the Disney move that the pictures on the wall are from. See, there are times when knowing every children's movie on the planet comes in handy.
Which was all fine and good until we get to a movie he hasn't seen. Lady and the Tramp. So I tell him that is the name of the movie. And he informs me that he has a question - a 'very important question'.
You would think this 'very important question' would be "what is that movie about?" Or something simple like that. But you would be wrong. You would be so wrong.
The question? "What's a tramp?!" Which of course was asked in the only volume that toddlers have when asking things that will cause everyone around you to stare inquisitively and wait to listen to your answer. LOUD. I really wanted to believe that no one had even noticed, but that was impossible since everyone literally stopped what they were doing - including the postal workers - to await my response.
And you'll all be glad to know that I totally wussed out. And told him that tramp was the name of one of the dogs. What?! That's not totally wrong, they did call him a tramp...it just didn't happen to be his name...