10/06 - I took Catty and Devin to a Chuck E Cheese-like place, where Catty could use tokens to play games and win tickets, which she trades in for prizes.
So for her prizes, she chose two super balls - you know, those little rubber bouncy balls, and I told her to put them in her pockets as we left, because I wasn't going to chase them all over the parking lot.
Unbeknownst to us, they fell out of her pants pockets and into her car seat as we were driving over to Wal-Mart.
As we're walking into the entrance of Wal-Mart, Catty suddenly stops and starts patting all around the front of her pants frantically.
"Mommy! My balls are gone!! MOMMY!! MY BALLS ARE GONE!!"
People are looking curiously at the two-year old girl who is grabbing all around her crotch in a total panic, and starting to cry loudly, with big huge gasping sobs:
"MOMMMEEEEE!!!! WHERE ARE MY BALLS?!? I CAN'T FIND MY BALLLLLLLLLLSSS!!!!!"
Um, yeah. I was embarrassed. I'm smiling and nodding at everyone who is staring at me like I gave my poor toddler a sex change, and I decided it would be wiser to go back to the car, find Catty's balls, and save the shopping trip for another time.
And how was YOUR day? :o)