Dear miscellaneous people at the grocery store,
I have a slight issue with all of you - ok, most of you.
Let's get something straight - I am not 16 (but thank you for suggesting that I am) and yes all four of my kids belong to me and my husband. Yeppers, a traditional family. You look at me and gawk as if you have never seen a family with such copious amounts of children, yet I know that you undeniably have.
Also, I would much rather you reply to my children saying hi at least 23 gazillion million quadrillion times to you than have you inform me that I "have a cart load." Yes, I know it's shocking, but I am quite aware of the 150 pounds of children that I have just pushed across an entire parking lot (through snow, mind you) to buy 6 things. Yes, six things. If you would like for my children to look at me with their cherub faces and say, "Wow he/she was very nice," then please respond. However, if you only tell me the obvious that we are all very much aware of and neglect to be kind to my children, they will indeed look at me with their little cherub faces and say, "Wow Mama, that person was not very nice...they were rude."
My kids call it as they see it...so do I suppose - the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Additionally, I agree with you on this point: Loud, obnoxious children screaming for things are just that: Loud and obnoxious. However, children who are happy and laughing in a controlled environment (such as the entirely too large grocery CAR that I am pushing with all 4 of my kids in it) are happy and laughing. If you are miserable and can't handle people being positive about life - I am sorry. I hope you find happiness, however we will not allow your bad attitude to effect ours. So your dirty looks will not make my children be less happy because at this point they still assume that ALL people are as happy as they are.
One last thing...when you see me struggling to push my HUGE LOAD as you put it through the parking lot - I would much appreciate it if instead of staring at me and just watching me struggle, you jump in and help me.
And to the one woman who did just that today with a smile - my kids are still talking about how kind you are. Thank you.
(You know, that lady with "Quite the cart full")