So I realize it’s been a very, very long time since I’ve written anything, but I just had to share.

Every day with the Incredible Z is an adventure, it really is, especially when you take a trip to Walmart!

Z loves Walmart! There’s so much to see, so much to do, and so many people to talk to.

Z is exactly like her Father. She is extremely outgoing, and she loves to talk to EVERYONE!

So we begin our adventure in the window covering isle.

Our mission, new blinds for the living room.

I can tell she’s getting impatient because she keeps wandering off. Pretty soon I hear her sweet little voice one isle over.

Z: “Hi! I’m Zoey.”

Some lady: “Hi Zoey, I’m Pam, it’s nice to meet you.”

I quickly set down the blinds and walk over to the next isle. Sure enough, Z has singled out one of the Walmart employees, probably knowing that she couldn’t get away, and proceeds to tell her, at length, all about herself.

I finally get her attention and herd her back to the blinds. After picking out a couple we move on to the next item on our list, curtains.

As we round the corner I notice a lady browsing the curtain isle. I also notice that this particular lady is missing one arm.

Now, my first thought was, “Oh God, please don’t let Z notice, please don’t let Z notice!”

But sure enough, Z zero’s in on the missing appendage like a Lion zero’s in on its prey.

I didn’t even have time to stop her, she literally ran right up to this lady, with a very concerned look on her face, and said “OH NO! What happened to your arm?”

I actually didn’t know what to do. As the sweat started dripping off my forehead, I considered grabbing her and running.

Me: “Z, that’s rude honey, come here please!”

Z: “But her arm is missing Mom! What happened to her arm?”

Me: “Honey, it’s not polite to ask, now COME HERE!”

The poor lady looked so uncomfortable. She seemed lost for words, so she just smiled and took a few steps back.

I knew it wasn’t over. Z would not leave it alone!

She actually got mad at me because I was ignoring the obvious, which was of course the fact that this poor lady didn’t have an arm, and we absolutely had to know WHY!

Z: “Mom! Her arm is missing!”

Me: “What do you think about these curtains? Or how about these? What color are those, can you tell me?

Z: “MOM! Her arm! What happened to her arm!”

Great, what the HELL am I supposed to do now! Damage control I guess. So I direct my attention to the lady with the missing appendage.

Me: “I’m so sorry. She’s three and she doesn’t have a filter.”

Lady: “It’s okay, I have a seven year old, so I know exactly how it goes…………. I was in the military, that’s how I got hurt and lost my arm.”

Me: “Oh……… Thank you……. I mean thank you for your service.”

So as I stumble over my words, trying to say the right thing, Z is getting even more irritated. Not only are we having a conversation that she’s not included in, but she has no idea what the military is.

How do you explain to a three year old what the Military is? I wanted to tell her that this woman was a Hero. That she lost her arm fighting for our country.  I wanted to tell her that we owe this women a lot more than just a thank you, but I couldn’t. Not only did I NOT want to embarrass this lady any further, but I knew I had to be careful with my words, or Z would have a whole other line of questioning.

So I tell her, “Honey, she was in the Military, it’s kind of like an extra special police force that protects us, and she lost her arm in an accident.”

This at least seemed to satisfy her.

We finally said good bye to our new friend and headed to the checkout. As we’re waiting in line Z proceeds to carry on a conversation with an older gentleman standing behind us. By the time I get the cart loaded and ready to go, they’re on a first name basis and Z has invited him to her Birthday party.

We then decide to grab a bite to eat at the Walmart Subway.

As we’re sitting there eating I notice a woman taking a seat directly behind Z. I also notice that she has a teeny-tiny newborn baby with her. Of course, it doesn’t take Z long to spot the baby either. Before I knew it she had practically crawled over the seat trying to get a closer look.

The woman was very sweet, and thankfully very understanding. As we were getting ready to leave I noticed that the lady had pulled out a blanket and was breastfeeding her newborn son.

Aaaah, how sweet. As I’m standing there, reminiscing about the past and thinking of the future, I forget for a moment where I am, and who is with me. That is until I look down and notice the Incredible Z standing beside me with a very concerned look on her face.

She looks at me, then she looks back at the woman. Then she says, “Oh no! Where’s your Baby?”

Realizing that the Baby is completely hidden from view I tell her, “Honey, the Baby’s eating.”

She then proceeds to scan the entire restaurant searching for the Baby.

Z: “Where?”

Me: “He’s under the blanket honey, he needs his privacy to eat.”

I have to admit, I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t.

Before I can stop her, Z rushes over to the poor woman and tries to peel back the blanket!

As I’m fumbling around trying to get past the DAMN shopping cart, the poor lady is holding her own. Finally I yell, “Z STOP IT!”

She stops dead in her tracks, looks up at me with the most confused look on her face and says, “I just wanted to see the Baby eat Mom.”

Me: “I know honey, but you need to give Baby and Momma some privacy.”

I quickly apologize to the poor woman who luckily seems to be very understanding. In fact, she can’t seem to stop giggling. She then tells me that she also has a 3 year old at home. THANK GOD!!

The Incredible ZWhat can I say, it was a very interesting visit to Walmart, and even though there were a few incredibly embarrassing moments, it was totally worth it!

I never would have had the opportunity to thank a Military Veteran for her service, or laugh with another mother about how funny our children can be, if Z hadn’t been there to break the ice.

My incredible Z, she’s special in so many ways, and even though she’s a handful, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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