At Wal-Mart the photo lab gal and I had quite a conversation today. I was filling out a copyright release and our conversation went something like this.... The portions that are marked DA stand for the dumb ass lab gal. She was a real rocket scientist!
DA: Do you have a copyright release?
Me: I took the photos?
DA: Well I need a copyright release.
Me: I filled out the photographer form last month, you should have it on file.
DA: I do have it.
Me: Okay then I need my pictures.
DA: Well we need one that identifies the pictures you are picking up today of the baby girl.
Me: (I look at The Hulk in the cart) Well the pictures are actually of my son but I can fill a new one out.
DA: (hands me the form) Okay just fill that out and put baby girl in the description.
Me: He is a boy not a girl.
DA: Okay right
(As I fill out the form The Hulk is babbling and carrying on in the cart)
DA to The Hulk: Your such a pretty little girl. What a cute smile.
Me: He is a boy, his name is The Hulk. And here is the form.
DA: Oh well you didn't put baby girl in the description you put baby boy.
Me: Okay do you have the right pictures. Can I see them. Because the pictures I ordered are of my son not of a girl.
DA: Sure here they are, she is so cute.
I look at the pictures and this is the picture I ordered and picked up! Is this a little girl? I think not!
Me: Okay that is my son not a baby girl. Can I have the pictures.
She hands me the pictures and takes the form. Then comes the real kicker!
DA: Are they twins?
Me: What?
DA: Are your son and that baby girl twins?
Me: IT"S THE SAME BABY! He is The Hulk, he is a boy. He is here in real life laughing at you because he is already smarter than you. He is the same baby that is in the pictures and he is still a boy here today.
By that point I just walked off. I didn't wait for a response. What an idiot! Here is a picture of The Hulk from today wearing the exact same thing he was wearing while we were at the store. I think he looks pretty boyish.
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It's not like I had his hair in pigtails or something. I only do that at home. I would never take him out like this....
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Heck he isn't even a big fan of his pigtails and pink hair ties at home. He is always trying to get away from me. Dang boys!
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