Let me preface this by saying that we are a close-knit, fun family. We love being around each other and make the most mundane errands fun. Now that the girls are older, it has even kicked up a notch.
You gotta have a good playlist for the way there, maybe tweet something random or if you’re lucky, you get featured in one of Abbie’s snaps.
So with that said, for the most part, we might just be a tad noticeable in stores. Our kids aren’t whining. Nobody is bored. We all are smiling, happy and having a pretty, pretty good time.
(Unless we are looking at pillows for Kevin because that is just a painstaking, life draining experience that never seems to end. I think I mutter “kill me now” over and over again.)
One night after dinner at Red Robin we had to run to Menards for something trivial I’m sure, like a bit, or a knob. We were wandering around the store just having fun gazing at all we could use for our new home.
We had stopped in the back of the store to browse at something or other when I noticed a teenage boy dart by. Alone. He was looking at us over the top of the aisle we were at (the aisle was low, so we were easy to see.)
I thought it was odd for a young boy to be alone browsing at Menards, but you never know. It does amuse us, so…
And then all of a sudden he says, “Abbie!” and dashes around the aisle and comes right up to us.
He was a nice looking boy. Clearly SUPER nervous now that he had made his big move.
“Abbie, Hi!” he says again.
And Abbie just stares at him with a blank look on her face. She looks at me as if to say who is this guy?
“It’s me Ted! From History? From 9th grade?” (note: his name is not actually Ted)
“We used to snap each other???”
Now Ted is getting kind of nervous. And my heart is breaking for him and I have to say this:
“I’m sorry, but Abbie lost her memory, so she might not remember you.”
Oh poor, poor Ted. He turned so red and muttered, “Oh my god I forgot that you forgot.”
I just died a little inside for poor Ted. I wanted to hug him. Here he sees Abbie and works up the nerve to come and talk to her while she is with her family and she has no idea who he is.
So then he says, “So how’s that going?”
LOL Ted. Good recovery.
It. Was. Just. So. Awkward. The amount of smiling I did hurt my face while I’m saying, “It’s okay, it’s all good, don’t feel bad.”
Abbie’s backing away smiling politely.
Ted’s bright red.
Hannah has her arms folded across her chest rolling her eyes.
And Kevin just has this smirk on his face.
Ted left and we all just kind of stood there gob smacked.
I felt bad for Ted. It’s hard enough for a boy to talk to a girl.
I felt bad for Abbie because, well, duh.
And as we started to walk away we were all kind of somber until I muttered, “Way to bring the group down, Ted,” which made everyone laugh once again.
And then we were back to normal.
About 2 weeks later we were at the grocery store and Abbie spotted Ted. She said she should run up to him and say, “Hi Ted! It’s Abbie!” but she never worked up the nerve.
Do you remember what it’s like to be a teenager and to work up the courage to talk to a boy or girl? Can you imagine if they didn’t even remember you? I was so shy I could have seen my bestest friend and ignored her.