Foot in the Mouth

Today, the toddler and I were running some errands getting ready for vacation. I wanted to pick up some new sippy-cups -- you know, the ones with the straw and not the valve-sort. My 3 year old is really too old for the valve-sort, but I want some sort of travel cup to take with us.

I found the straw-sort, but of course, the toddler found the Lightening McQueen and Mater ones!! She can't resist anything with Disney Cars on it -- great marketing by the manufacturers, huh?

Anyway, I decided to let her get the Cars cups and I also got the straw-type cup. As we were checking out, the conversation with the cashier was priceless:

As my daughter was putting the Cars cups on the conveyor belt:

cashier: "Oh, do you have a brother at home?"
(WHAT? Can't a girl like Cars?)

toddler: "yeah, his name is Pook" (our cat)

me: no, we don't have a brother, she's our only one" (what is it with complete strangers always asking me, "do you want more kids, are you trying to have more, she's an only child? -- I don't feel like going in on our struggles with a miscarriage and failed attempts at getting pregnant, so I usually just say, "she's our only one right now")

toddler: "I have a boyfriend, his name is Tyler" (the toddler loves to spill information about her private life with anyone who will listen)

cashier: "oh, are you going to share those Cars cups with your boyfriend, Tyler?"
(WHAT? You think she needs to share them with a boy -- PLEASE understand that my daughter likes the movie and characters from CARS and yes, she's a girl!!!)

me: "Tyler is 27 years old"

That last statement finally lead the cashier to keep her mouth shut -- I think she put her foot in there one too many times in a matter of 3 minutes.