My brain just fell out...

Call me trendy, call me a doofus, call me whatever you like, but I am a strong believer in using reusable grocery bags. Don't worry - I'm not about to go off on an environmental rant, that's not my style. If you like plastic bags, that's your trip and I'm not going to interfere - Didgeridoo Boy despises reusable bags to the point of ranting and raving, so more often than not, I have to leave mine at home and join the plastic bag ranks. And I've just now realized something about this that bears pointing out.

As you all know, Didgeridoo Boy likes to accompany me on errands just so he can put on a show. (He admitted it.) We have wound up with every single cashier giggling at us as many times as we've had fellow shoppers stop and unabashedly stare. Didge dances, devises languages, disappears, tries to trip me, and randomly spouts out phrases like, "Doo doo shoes!". If he gains control of the shopping cart, he races invisible beings or tries to edge me over into shelves. If you've been following this blog, you know what he does, so perhaps you'll find what I am about to say as ironic as I do.

Would you like to know why Didgeridoo Boy refuses to allow the use of reusable bags when he is along for the grocery ride?

Because he is afraid people will look at us funny or think we are stupid.