i'm your uncle jens, little boy.

at wal-mart, anything is possible. it amazes me the level you can connect with perfect strangers while perusing the aisles. i was picking up a few things tonight for allyson, and while i was on the band-aid aisle, i met some new friends...or family? there was a trendy little couple with there trendy little kid. i thought to myself, cute kid. then it got awkward. the boy pointed his finger at me and said in his best 18 month old english, "jens!" then mom says, "haha, he must think you're his uncle jens!" i say, "cute kid", then continue fumbling through boxes of band-aids. the boy, still pointing, yells more enthusiastically, "jens!", while adoring parents again inform me that i look like uncle jens. you just told me that. i was starting to get a little uncomfortable and i was having a hard time focusing on the band-aids. as the boy continues to beckon me, the parents think it's cuter and cuter. then things make a more awkward turn. "hold you?", the boy requests. no thanks, i think to myself, as the mom hands him to me. what the heck people, don't you know i'm crazy? luckily my hands were full so i could just shake his hand a little. how do you respond to a perfect stranger handing you their baby? i told them again that they have a cute kid, then (not waiting for their response) grab some band-aids, turn and walk away. needless to say, we are having them over for thanksgiving this year.