we were in baby depot today when the fire alarm went off. zoey was surprised and shook her head very slightly, i think trying to get the sound out of her ears. the cashier was more concerned about having a long line of people who needed to check out and preceeded to call for backup when i asked her if it was just a drill or if we should get out. no i didn't grab zoey from the stoller and run for the door. what is wrong with me?! no one looked alarmed...but the alarm didn't stop. my main conundrum was that the only way out was up two large flights of stairs, and i didn't want to leave the stoller. anyway, the manager came and said everyone needs to leave...one woman said, what should she do use the elevator? about me...yeah, not a chance. the manager and a coworker carried the front of the stroller and i the back all the way up and out. it was quite an event. zoey just kind of hung out in the stoller, not caring at all. the associate said, "he's a cutie". later (after nursing and changing zoey in the car and the firemen cleared the outlet) the cashier asked me, "hold old is he". you see, zoey was wearing a white onsie and she has a blue horse wubbanub pacifier. therefore she must be a boy! it was funny to me. we didn't get home until 7pm which is about and hour and a half over the time we usually return, in fear of a bedtime freakout session happening in the car or elsewhere. i was happy that she was happy and fine with the time and not even crying when we got home. somewhere around 8pm realized that i was the tired one, exhausted at 8pm. who needs sleep...
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