This time it was at Costco.
Again, it happened at the till. (I have a knack it would seem with these cashiers!)
She scanned our items, took one look at Makeda and then the two boys. She looked at them hard – kindly, but it was a good long look.
After glancing back at the babe she looked at the six year old and asked “is she your sister?“. Ummmm, well yeah she’s ours, I wanted to say but allowed him a moment to nod his head in affirmation. They are both quite proud and to this day that phenomenon has not lessened.
“She’s beautiful” she continued. (Everything in me wanted to scream: I know, isn’t she?!?!?? But I refrained. She was seemingly sweet and there was a herd of other consumers behind us. Did I mention it was 3:30pm on a Friday?!)
And then she said it…
“They all have the same eyes.”
And all I wanted to do was reply “yes, they have their father’s eyes“.