Roger...Do you need wipes??

Me and my younger brother, Roger

I always worry that I'm starting to be more and more like my mother. I cough like her, sound like her when I'm scolding my oldest daughter, and I'm starting to worry like her. However, I hope I will never yell across a crowded grocery store aisle to my son when he's in college yelling "Hayden!! Do you need wipes?" I recall that day so well. We had gone to visit Roger when he was graduating college in Colorado. We ran for a quick trip to the grocery store to pick up a few things. As Roger and I were walking down the aisle, our mom comes around the other side yelling her question. I think Roger and I just looked at each other and kept walking. As long as we didn't turn around, no one would think she was talking to us. Talk about embarrassing!! Of course, it's funny now, especially because I'm posting it on here. Although Roger may have different feelings on it. Sorry Roger!