During a quick trip to the noontime rush grocery store, we made a quick potty stop (for me).
It was at the check out line when Baby Boy decided to ask (yell) in front of the cute, young, male cashier (as well as the 12 people behind us), "Mama, what was that string for?" As he jammed a finger toward my crotch.
No classy way to answer that one.
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