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.
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.