When the cashier can't move fast enough....

Just trying to document some of the more embarrassing delightful conversations my child has.

Yesterday in Food Lion, in checkout line. Our items already on conveyor belt, young gentleman in line behind us buying a flat of sports drinks.

Amari: Is that a boy or a girl, Mommy? (this question comes up alot and I feel sick every time, luckily, this one was easy to answer - not always the case)
Me: He's a boy.

A: What's he doing?
M: Well, he's buying stuff just like we are.

A: What's he buying?
M: Well, it looks like he's buying some drinks.

A: Is he thirsty? (at this point, the man starts chuckling)
M: I guess so.

A: But he's not hungry?
M: I don't know, he probably has food at home, he just needed some drink.

A: Oh. Doesn't he like Coke?
M: Not everyone drinks Coke like Mommy, some people drink other stuff.

A: Why is he standing there?
M: He's waiting his turn, Mari.

A: Why is he looking at me, Mommy? (at this point, the man about loses his battle with controlling his laughter)
M: He's looking at you because you are talking about him. It's not polite to talk about people so he has every right to look at you.

A: Well, it's not polite to stare at people, either.