You Know You are a Mother When...

One day several years ago, I was shopping in Harmons with my three year old son Dallin who, at the time, insisted on wearing costumes every single day, all day long.  On this particular day he happened to be wearing a Batman costume.  I thought he looked pretty darn cute, and was happy to take him along to the store with me.  However, at one point in our shopping experience, I turned around to find that he was not standing by me.  I looked up and down the aisle,  but no Dallin.  I began to slightly panic and started retracing my steps, trying to find any sight of him.

The biggest problem was I didn't have any idea how long he had been gone because I had been staring at the shelves of food for quite some time.  Well, I didn't have to look any further because suddenly over the loud speaker I heard "Will Batman's Mother please come to the customer service desk?"  Well, of course I knew that I was "Batman's Mother."  So, filled with shame, I walked to the front of the store to find my son in the arms of a customer service gal.  She, as well as five or six other workers all had huge smiles on their faces.  They couldn't wait to see who Batman's Mother might be.  Apparently Dallin was too shy to tell them his name, so they did the only thing they could do and that was describe him.