Standing in the middle of the produce department of our small town grocery store, I turned to deposit the garlic bulbs in my cart just in time to see Jane finish fishing something out of her underwear.
“MOM! THIS WAS IN MY UNDERWEAR!!!”
Ivy, who, obviously, heard the comment promptly chimed in with something to the effect of:
“Oh my gosh, how did she get the Apple Jacks we just bought in her underwear?!?”
And by chimed, I mean bellowed as if she was in possession of her own personal grocery store bullhorn.
I quickly informed my children, and anyone else who may or may not have been listening, that the offending item Jane had retrieved was part of her snack from the car and promptly left the area without making eye contact.
Moral: Always wash your produce.
Behind the Willows 
Have to love them. …………..
… and it’s a good thing they’re cute…
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So funny. Sometimes I think it’s a shame adults lose that spontaneity, then I think nah, maybe not.
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You have taken my produce germaphobia to a new level. I watch those germ infested children touching everything in site and my tummy flips. I will not buy anything from that bin and move on. I get home and wash everything. I’m so glad I have to go to the grocery store today. Thanks Jessie!
Sorry! If it makes you feel better I’m pretty positive she didn’t touch any produce… this time…
That is laugh out loud funny! I had a daughter who also preferred to bellow rather than use an inside voice when she had something “important” to say.