Don’t you just love Mondays? Especially when it’s:

Saturday, I stopped at the gas station to fill up the van.  Chib was in the back being a grumpus because he didn’t want to be strapped into the car seat.  No one else ever has that problem right?  So I start the gas pumping and peer into the tinted window.  Chibby laughs because peeking is always very funny. 

So I step back so that his view is blocked by the other seat then jump forward pressing my face against the glass and making googly eyes.  It’s cold and moving around is warming me up so I keep jumping back and forth, alternating between the front and back so he never knows where I’m coming from.

He’s laughing so hard and I so desperately want to avoid a toddler car-seat meltdown that I’m completely lost in my little game.  All of the sudden I hear this voice behind me say “There’s a bathroom inside you know!”  A truck had pulled up to the pump behind me and apparently the two men inside had taken as vote as to what the crazy lady was doing and the “pee-pee dance” was the winner.

I hollered (cuz that’s what we do in Nebraska) “No! I’m entertaining my son, he’s in the car-seat…” Nope. They weren’t buying it…neither were the three other customers who’d also apparently also witnessed my piddle prance.  Horrified I quickly hung up the nozzle and drove away.

PS.  Someone asked me the other day why we call our son Chibby.  It’s becuase he is simultaneously chubby and skinny.  It’s morphed into Chib in the last month who knows what we’ll call him next month!