We went shopping at a little boutique today... I know 2 two year olds in a boutique- good idea. Annabelle needed a new silky and the only places to sell "Little Giraffe" are over priced stores where the "help" leaves a little to be desired. Since I didn't look like I could put the entire store on my Black card the sales woman looked at me like I was a rodent. After staring at us for a few minutes, she didn't offer to help us, she simply asked me if I was the Nanny. When I said "no" and giggled a little bit she looked kind of confused and asked if they were mine. I told her, yes, they were my children and promptly left the store (after spending over $40 on a blanket that measures exactly one square foot). I ask, who is the crazy one? I am sure at some point having people ask rude questions won't be such a big deal. But for now , it is!