Walmart. And Awesome Parents.

Ugh.

I hate Walmart.

I know I've talked about it many, many times before.

That being said, I usually have to go there at least twice a year for the following reasons:

1.  HEB doesn't have everything.
2.  Target is 2 miles further.
3.  I have to remind myself that even though my baby hangs out in her diaper for 83% of the day, I'm not as white trash as I could be.

And each time I'm reminded that I abhor Walmart for the following reasons:

1.  You can never find a sales associate to help you. 
2.  Their produce sucks.
3.  Their patrons could not be more rude.
4.  Despite having what I consider to be a very good sense of direction, I've never been able to find my car in the parking lot.  Never.  I lose it every time.  And I always freak out because I'm just sure someone's stolen it.

Anyway, Walmart didn't have what I needed (I seriously thought Walmart was supposed to have everything), so I swung by Khol's to return some stuff.

On my way out, as I was walking past the lingerie section, a 3 or 4 year-old boy approached with his dad.

The boy immediately honed in on the mannequin wearing only a bra and panties.

He ran to it, stuck his hand right into the crotch and started yelling, "GITA GITA GITA!  Look dad!  I'm tickling her!"

His dad, with a look of absolute horror on his face, tried to drag the boy away.

The kid proceeded to grab the breasts and kept yelling, "No, dad, NO! She likes it!"

The dad said, supposedly under his breath, "Yeah, son, you're telling me."

I was laughing so hard I almost peed my pants.