The girl picked up the telephone beside her register and called for a stockboy while we waited for the stockboy to appear. He showed up quickly and whistled at the size of the order, saying he’d have to get a dolly to handle everything at once. Then he left us and we waited while the checker took care of a customer that walked up.
Thirty minutes later he came back with a low flat dolly stacked with boxes of baby furniture. The clerk rang up the purchases and asked her why she was buying all the baby things. She pointed out that we appeared to be almost a year old and she should have most of these things. Momma glibly lied that her sister and brother in law had died unexpectedly in an auto accident and that we were their twin boys.