Even being nearly 5 years into this parenting gig, I still have moments when I look at my kids and think, “So when are your real parents coming to get you? Surely I’m just the babysitter, right?” But yesterday I had a visual reminder that I am a parent. And thanks to my 2-year-old it was a reminder that I shared with the general public.
So what was that reminder? Was it my greased back ponytail? The dark circles under my eyes? Or the toddler holding my hand? No, it was the banana sticker on my back. I’m pretty sure that before kids I did not walk around in public donning produce stickers. Of course the fault was my own. As we were hustling to get out of the house, Kenna requested a banana. I know she likes to put the stickers on me and I try to remember to remove them immediately. And yet the combination of time crunch and mommy brain allowed me to sport the sticker through 3 stores and for 7 hours until Jonas saw it and removed it. Perhaps my fellow shoppers thought I was participating in some new guerrilla marketing ploy, acting as a roving billboard for Chiquita banana. But more likely they smiled to themselves and winked at Kenna as we passed by.
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