Uptown, in a crowded little shop, I put my two-year-old down on the floor beside me. And I told my five-year-old, Renee, to help me watch her while I looked at some dresses on sale.
"And if she starts to walk away or even move, scream bloody murder ... Okay?"
I had forgotten how literal little kids are until Renee said, "Like this, Mommy?" And she screamed to the top of her lungs, "BLOODY MURDER!"
Everybody stopped and glared at me.
And me, I was surprised and momentarily embarrassed, but I couldn't help laughing my head off!