Just the other day, I stopped at the local bread store here in town. I had Ava with me, carrying her on my hip.
I picked out my selection and was paying at the cash register.
I noticed that the girl behind the counter kept looking at me like she knew me.
She then proceeded to ask me "Do you go to Fremont High?"
Uh, no..
but, we can pretend I do :)
I kinda giggled and thought to myself, does she not see the baby I have on my hip?
Alas, I was never on "MTV's 16 and Pregnant"...
Or perhaps she thought Ava was my little sister??
I thanked her kindly for the bread and the compliment then headed out the door with a smile on my face.
When Vaughn got home from work, I proudly exclaimed "I'm 17 and I go to Fremont High!".
It really did make my day!
