Even though Allison's little butt barely fit in it, Jerry loved the one in the wooden cart so much that he ordered one to put on his nightstand. And a week later, as I was standing in line to buy a frame for it, I realized the teen boy behind me was doing poorly at stifling a giggle.
"What?" his girlfriend asked.
He kept laughing.
"WHAT? Seriously, what?"
When I went to grab my purse to dig out my wallet, I saw the folder with Allison's photos were in view. And peeking out the top was her crazy face in that cart photo.
Dude was laughing at my daughter's picture.
Part of me wanted to throw a curse on his unborn children, but it's not their fault their father was a douche bag when he was younger. Besides, I know he'll get it the first time he takes them to a portrait studio and tries to get them to sit, stay and smile.
And at that moment, I can bet an unexplainable warm fuzzy feeling will wash over me.