Ok. I'm gonna bare all and tell you that I sometimes shop at Wal-Mart. I grew up with Wal-Mart being the IT store (until they finally built a Target) so sometimes there are just things I know I can get at Wal-Mart without spending $1,456,352 dollars.
I'll even go one step further and tell you that I sometimes buy my clothing at Wal-Mart and recently I found some really cute dresses on Walmart.com. They were shipped to my house and some didn't fit up top quite as well as I would have liked (let's just blame it on nursing, shall we?). So I took them back to the store and looked for a different size.
The Farmer happened to be home that afternoon so I left him with a sleeping Sweet P and dragged poor Baby Blue to Wal-Mart with me. I had him in the carseat instead of the Ergo (which is rare 'cuz that carseat weighs a ton with that cute little boy in it) so I could try on clothes easily.
I found some options and pushed my cart up to the dressing room area. Here's the convo that transpired:
Me: 6 items?
Dressing Room Attendant: Yes, but the big one's taken (meaning the largest dressing room).
Me: That's okay. I'll just go in a regular one. (as I gather my things, including the diaper bag and am reaching for the carseat).
Attendant: You can't leave your baby out here. You have to take him in with you.
Inside my head: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........
Me: I wasn't planning on leaving him out here, but thank you (as I scooped the carrier on to my arm and finagled my way into a smaller dressing room).
Attendant: You'd be surprised how many people try to leave their baby out here.
SERIOUSLY?!
Yikes.
Here's my PSA for the day: Please do not try to leave your baby with the dressing room attendant. Ever. Buck up and bring your baby into the dressing room. Always.
