Gets Me Everytime...

Someone gave this "adorable" doll (total sarcasm) to one of my daughters for their birthday. She is affectionately named "big baby" for obvious reasons. She's big and she's a baby. Lately, I've been walking into a room and seeing this baby on the floor. At first glance, I usually gasp. WAIT! I don't remember leaving Alyssa in this room. Takes a second, but I finally figure out that it isn't MY baby on the floor, it is BIG baby. Phew. Big difference.
Oh wait! I DID leave Alyssa on the floor. See what I mean? Sometimes, it is hard to tell the difference!I actually ended up taking Big Baby to the mall with me. Adalyn insisted we take her in with us. To avoid a almost-over-the-edge breakdown, I agreed. Alyssa was in the stroller and Big Baby was riding face down on the top. I actually had not one, not two but THREE people rush up to me to inform me my "baby" was sitting on top of the stroller. And every single one of them realized it was just a doll just seconds after yelling, "YOUR BABY IS ON TOP OF THE STROLLER!" I finally shoved her under the stroller into the basket. Solved everything until Adalyn decided to walk with her. Then she started to toss the baby by her legs. At one point, she dropped the baby. An elderly gentleman got up from his bench, ran to my side and stopped once he realized it wasn't real. He looked at me, I looked at him and said, "Yeah, gets me every time!"

This was also the same shopping trip that I paraded around the mall with a My Little Pony sticker attached to my behind. I'm a mom. That is pretty obvious...