I was at the grocery store today with Natalie getting a few things for a picnic I am headed to tonight. As we were wrapping up, a very nice, albeit quiet, black teenager was ringing up our items. (Why do I mention he was black? You'll see....)
Natalie was happy a clam and had been making friends all over the grocery store. She's busy babbling up a storm and then it happened. My blonde-haired baby looks at the cashier and starts saying "Da Da Da Da Da Da Da". He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. Ha! What could I do but just smile? I'm sure he'll be trying to figure that one out the rest of the day!