Last week I was out shopping with Rhett, and my sweet baby in a carrier created interest and adoration in many of the stores.
One such store had a very lively and colorful older man sporting a black sequined blazer. He wanted to see the baby and then appropriately ooh-ed and aah-ed. He asked me questions which somehow lead to him giving me his family stories and names. "And I'm Rhett Lane," he pronounced.
"Oh, your name is Rhett? My baby is named Rhett," I proudly exclaimed.
OH! MY! GOSH!
Older Rhett could not handle it. A baby named Rhett? Do I know how he got his name? Have I ever heard of Gone with the Wind (hello!)? Do I want to hear about his mother? And can he tell me about his old store that was called "Frankly, My Dear"? And, by the way, I MUST walk over to the Hallmark store immediately and take one of his ornaments that he has put on layaway and I MUST buy this keepsake for little Rhett.
Thirty minutes go by, no joke.
And I went to Hallmark like a good, little girl. And I told the ladies that Rhett said I could buy one of his ornaments and I did. And I love it.
This is what it looks like:
This is the gist of what the recording says when you push the button:
And yes, my kids have heard it over and over and know it by heart. Do they even know the end? Yes.
And frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn! ;)
1. pancakes for dinner
2. a new stroller
3. napping with a newborn sleeping on your chest