On the way home from my parents' house this afternoon, we made a quick stop to get the oil changed.
We all piled out of the minivan, grabbed a few things to pass the time, and headed inside to wait. I gave the girls their markers and coloring books and hoped they would be entertained until the car was ready.
Little did I know, they would soon be doing the entertaining.
Not even three minutes into our wait, one of the mechanics came into the waiting room to do some paperwork. Grace glanced up at him, looked back down at her book, then quickly turned her attention back to him.
"Mommy!" she says, in a tone that's a cross between amused and appalled, "that boy is wearing earrings!"
"Yes, he is." I mumbled, hoping she would just drop it.
She did, and quickly went back to her coloring. Kim, however, couldn't stop laughing.
Who is Kim? Kim is the complete stranger that was sitting next to Grace. Wait...scratch that. She was the complete stranger sitting next to Grace. They grew quite close in the ten minutes we were there.
Once Grace saw Kim laughing at her, she didn't waste time getting to know her. Grace introduced herself, then bombarded her with a string of questions, revealed some random and personal information, and told a few silly stories. Catherine chimed in pretty quickly, and it didn't take long before they included Pete, the retired mechanic sitting next to me, in the conversation.
By the time we left, we'd learned about transmission fluids (thanks Pete!), shared a little too much with people I'd never seen before in my entire life, and made three new friends (we met Ernest,too, shortly before leaving).
Apparently, my "don't talk to strangers" speeches are not making much of an impact.
Never a dull moment with those two. Even when you sometimes wish there was!