Coming to a Old Navy near you

Next time you visit the Old Navy in Am Fork you might be surprised to see this symbol over my picture. That's right. I am sure to be banned from Old Navy. I ran there this morning to return some flip flops I bought for Owen (I figured why does a kid who won't wear shoes need more than one pair?). I spot Liz there and am so happy to see her since she now lives in North Carolina. Of course where there is Liz, there is bound to be Janelle also and she is a favorite as well. I'm doing my usual chatting and ignoring the 21 month-old as he runs around being obnoxious. I'm thinking, compared to how he acts at Wal-mart he's being an angel. Out of the corner of my eye I see the employees with their "get your kid in control" looks but I ignore them, I'm busy for heavens sake! But, then I get the look I can't ignore. It's the "oh my heck where is your mom!" look. I peek around the corner to find Owen sitting on the floor naked in a puddle of pee. Yep. That's how the potty training's going so far. So I ask for a bag and some paper towels and clean up. Janelle gives me a diaper and I calmly leave completely embarrassed, hoping I won't have to ever show my face in Old Navy again. But alas, I have to revel in my humility. I can't find my keys. I have to go back in and look. The first thing the girl mopping up the pee says is "boy, it's sure not your day!" All I can say in response is "it never is." Turns out the keys were in the van after all. What can I say? Life is always interesting at my house.