... is going to be the death of me.
Anyways, G is going to be the death of me because, well just read about what happened at church yesterday.
I let Gianna walk in front of me on the way up the aisle to communion. There was a woman in front of her wearing a dress that showed off her curves. (I promise, it was tasteful for church, but sometimes you just can't hide it when you have a well endowed derrière) So if Gianna is walking by herself behind this woman, where do you think her eye level was? As soon as she got a good look, she turned to me and said, and I quote, "mom, her bottom is so big." I was absolutely mortified! Thankfully, I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder as soon as I heard the word "bottom". (there have been times when I know she is about to ask me why that man is pregnant, so I have pretty good reflexes in these situations.) I don't (and I hope) think that she heard Gianna say it, the first time, that is. Then, after communion while I battled fits of giggles and thoughts of OMG, "how rude?", we walked back to our pew. This woman was sitting right behind Chris and as soon as we came near her again, Gianna asked me "mom why is her bottom so big?" I wanted to just melt into the pew and never be seen again. There was no way this poor woman didn't hear what Gianna said this time. All the while, Chris is completely oblivious to what was going on. I made Gianna sit on my lap until church was over, and as soon as possible, I bolted with her out of church. Once in the car, I told Chris what she said and we had a little chat about talking about other people's body parts isn't nice, and she could have hurt her feelings, yada yada. I just didn't know if I should have said something to the woman or just hope and pray that she didn't hear G. And if she did, I pray to God that she understands that Gianna was making an observation, and not trying to be rude! Like I said, death of me!!
