Choking Hazard

So we had to visit the infamous Wal-mart today.

While we were checking out, Tony had the girls across the isle from the check-out stand where I was dealing with the cashier. Tony came over with Emma to talk to me, leaving Livvy in the cart about 3 feet from us.

Frantic, COL (crazy old lady) gets in my face and says "WHOSE BABY IS THIS?"

And I'm like, "she's mine, you freak, and you best not touch my baby or I'll go all crazy white chick on you.". (...minus the latter part - I'm only disrespectful in my head).

COL: "Your baby is chewing on a plastic bag, and when they're that size, they're teething blah blah blah, and she can rip a piece of plastic off, swallow it blah blah blah and DIE!".

Me: "Thank you, my baby is fine."

I did probably the biggest eye roll my eyes have done in a while. I had to blink like 5 or 6 times to unstick my eyeballs from the roof of my head. I've still got a headache from it 12 hours later. That'll teach me not to eye-roll so hardcore. Ouch.

Oh, and it's a danged good thing that lady didn't see Livvy eat the cardboard tag off of her daddy's new hat about 10 minutes earlier. That little girl is going to have some awesome diapers ready for her daddy tomorrow.