I had BSparl's car seat nestled into the bucket of the shopping cart, since she's still too small to sit upright in the seat. She was buckled in and playing with her little bird toy (we like to be redundant), grinning at anyone who made eye contact with her as we walked through the store.
"Okay birdie, we're almost done here. Just have to grab two more things and we're out of here. You doing okay in there?"
She waved the bird toy in the air and babbled at me. "Ba ba ba ba!" (Translation: Yes. Let's go home so I can try and lick Siah's ear. Again.)
"Just hold tight and we're almost done."
I pushed the cart through the last aisle and then headed to the front of the store to check out. I steered the cart in behind a guy about my age, wearing a baseball cap and carrying a paper bag filled with apples.
BSparl continued to wave her hands around and smile at me, banging the bird toy against the car seat housing. I couldn't help myself.
"You are so CUTE! So cute!!" I said to her, loudly, clapping my hands.
The guy in front of me jumped a mile, turning around awkwardly with a "Who, me?" look on his face and jostling his bag of apples against the counter. A few rolled down behind us and skipped out into the shopping aisles as we stared at one another in red-faced silence.
Oh, the awkward.