I was sniffing men’s deodorant when our eyes met. Her grocery cart was piled high with diapers and baby wipes, and the toddler in the front seat was pulling tissues from her purse and shredding them into tiny scraps of homemade confetti. But she was too busy staring at me to notice her little one’s antics. I don’t blame her for gawking. After all, it’s not every day that you spy a forty-year-old woman sniffing pit protection in aisle twelve. It’s crazy what a mom will do for her kids. I’m not sure what made me think of that awkward moment …
