Obviously Not Your First

Normally Vaughn fills my car with petrol as it's easier than me trying to do it with Amy. However, yesterday I needed to as I knew I wouldn't make it to my friend's and back without stopping at the servo. I filled up while leaving Amy in the car, but when it came time to pay, I took her out... it increased my time there (i.e. not a quick in and out to pay) but here are my reasons for not leaving her in the car:

- on a hot day, it doesn't take long for babies to suffocate and pass away
- someone could steal the car, and Amy would then be kidnapped, intended or not (I've heard a number of cases like this in the news in the last few months)
- an emergency could arise in the short time that I'm in paying (in a volatile place with petrol, it could happen, well has the potential to happen)
- if I lock the car, with all the electronics that are involved in car manufacturing these days, I may not be able to get the car unlocked and have to call the auto club for assistance... therefore see point one

However, that's not why I decided to blog today. The reason I'm blogging is to tell you about the conversation I had with the lovely service station attendant. While my credit card was been processed:

Attendant: So, obviously not your first?
Me: Sorry?
Attendant: She's [Amy's] not your first child?
Me: Why would you say that?
Attendant: Because you look like you know what you are doing.
Me: No, she's my first, so thank you!

Wow! After pleasantries of goodbyes, I walked back to my car, so chuffed and proud! I know it was something very little, but that guy made my day. Seriously, who wouldn't love being called a good mum and by a stranger who really didn't have to say anything!

Thank you service station attendant!