Just got home from the store. I was trying to find a new bra. Note to self: don’t ever, ever take the kids bra shopping. Ever.

Walking away from the bra department, I smiled at a sweet old couple who were shuffling down the aisle past us. Babs chose that exact moment to turn around, grab my boobs, and ask loudly, “Mom, are you wearing a bra right now?”

Utter. Humiliation. Ohmygosh.