A few years back, my eldest daughter (then about 3 or 4) and I had to run to the grocery store before I went to work. Typical preschooler..needs and wants everything in the store...nope nope nope...we're in a hurry honey. She's getting agitated......The 5 oclock dinner grocery shoppers are packing the checkout lines and I'm telling her what a hurry we are in because I HAVE GOT to get to work!!! I'm in my sweats.....really dressed up you see...
She, I swear at the top of her lungs,...says....
NOOOOO MOMMY NOOOO I don't WANT YOU TO GO TO JAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :imbar
This of course gets EVERYONE'S ATTENTION and I am about to die...I try to laugh it off and explain my employment....I got a LOT of YEAH RIGHT LADY..looks
My WORK: a Correction's Officer...and I get dressed for work AT work in the locker room-hence the frumpy dumpy sweats.
I could have died on the spot.
Thanks Marina...thanks a LOT