Kid that belongs to the obviously pregnant female in front of me in the checkout line was staring at me. I know I both put pants on before leaving the house and checked to see that the zipper was pulled up (all the way). So I'm figuring it might be because I look like a homeless Santa Claus or it might be because I'm OCing my fancy gun with the scrimshawed ivory grips. Anyhow, rather than just be stared at I figure I'll either engage him or scare the daylights out of him by asking a question about what he's going to do for Labor Day.
Apparently mom has discussed at least some of what goes on during pregnancy 'cause he told me he will probably be in school in October when mommy has her baby and go to the hospital to see her and his new baby brother after dinner.
At which point I put on my WTF face as my jaw slackens and I start to drool.
There is a "rest of the story" but it has no entertainment value whatsoever.
The rest of you have a good holiday weekend.
stay safe.