More From the Library and stuff

John always says that people tell him things. They get deep really fast. It's true. I've seen strangers tell John things very personal. It's a gift he has.
I'm pretty sure I have the same talent. But not with any one over the age of 8. So here is my story:
It was John's turn to look for books while Gianna and I played in the kids section. We had already picked out some books and put them on the bench to get when we left. Gianna went over to play with an activity table and a little girl came up to the bench where we just where. She looked through one of the books we had picked out. She waved and smiled at Gianna. Well that was all Gianna needed and she smiled back and headed straight to her. Gianna pulled herself up on the bench and started to touch the girl. I didn't want Gianna to bother her so I picked Gianna up and held her in my lap.
Then little girl then said," You know what? I'm sick or something." Sniffle sniffle
"Oh," I said. Looking to see if it was the plague or something but remaining calm
"Yup, I have like pink eye or something."
"OK, thanks for letting me know." As I clutched Gianna and we moved away quickly.


WHAT!!!!!!!! Is what I wanted to scream! PINK EYE??!?!?!? Really who takes their child to a PUBLIC Library when they have pink eye?
But instead I calmly turned Gianna away to a different spot and I told John NOT to pick up the book that the little girl had looked at.
Oh well at least we had fun.


But another funny kid story happened to us earlier that day. We all went on a family trip to Target. Normally John doesn't get to go, but we needed to get something and we were all out and about. So we went.
We were in the shoe section and we had just passed a little girl and she said, "Yuck. Someone FARTED."
Well that would not have been so bad, but I did just pass her and then John came by with the cart. I did say to John under my breath- "Well it wasn't me! :)
The little girls mom then replied, "That's not nice to say."
Little girl, "Oh, someone tooted."
Mom slightly embarrassed at this point said, "That's not nice to say either. It wasn't me. Was it you?"

A few moments of silence


Little Girl," Yup it was me."


We quickly left the isle and proceeded to laugh and laugh and laugh. Knowing that one day our little angel will probably do the same thing! :)