(We had a van like this when I was growing up. When I was really lucky, I got to drive it to school).
At Costco the other day, you would have thought I was Ma Duggar by the way that people looked at me and my brood. Granted, my three eldest were hanging onto three of the four sides of the shopping cart, but other than shouting out friendly salutations to fellow shoppers--Move over! We're comin' through!--they didn't do anything to draw attention to themselves, or to me.
During the course of my thirty minute shopping trip, I was stopped by several people of varying ages and mental capacities. Most just wanted to state the obvious--You have four kids!--but others rightly saw my children as the window into my soul.
"You sure have your hands full."
My cup indeed runneth over.
"You are one busy lady."
People do consider me a busy body.
"It looks like you and your husband have been busy lately."
You will be shocked to know that that the last comment came from a balding leprechaun who was standing behind me in the check-out line. He was holding a 300-count box of magic markers.
I flashed the man a sultry grin before chucking a jumbo-sized box of maxi pads onto the conveyor belt.
It's nice to know that I still have the touch.