I had a “check yourself” moment last night. Jayme and I went to Target to get some stuff for my trip to San Fran today. When we got to the checkout station, we were behind a lady with her 4-5 year old daughter. The daughter had wondered back to try to “help” the cashier with the scanning of their products. The cashier (a grandmotherly type) was enjoying the experience. She even commented that she was surprised how willing the child was to work and we’ll see how much she’s willing when she gets to be 18. Everyone had a good laugh and they went on their way once they were done.
I moved up and the cashier started scanning my products and she wanted to continue the conversation. So I made a little quip about how much my two kids were averse to working now. She laughed and said the following: " I know. And your kids probably are 16 or 17 years old, right?"
Wha? I mean, I know some of the eyebrow hairs are starting to come in gray, but come on!
