Earlier in the day, I had mentioned that I needed to buy a bottle of wine. It was MNO (Moms’ Night Out) at a friend’s house and I had offered to bring a beverage. Fast forward a few hours.
Sitting at the pediatrician’s office pharmacy waiting for a prescription, my son notices a vending machine.
“Mom, do you want to get something out of that machine?”
“No, honey. I am ok. Thanks though.”
“But it has bottles in it. See the picture on the front?”
“Um, ok….?? What do you think Mommy needs?”
“You need to get a bottle of wine for yourself. I bet they have them in that machine. You don’t want to forget!”
Multiple heads turn (many belonging to doctors and nurses — the rest belonging to other parents).
Thank you, son, for making everyone in this room think I am the kind of mother who would buy wine out of a vending machine. (How amazing would it be to be though to buy wine out of a vending machine?!)
I had already purchased said wine earlier in the day without him knowing (apparently) so I thanked him for his concern but informed him that Mommy was all set.