Children Of The Corn Aisle

(A woman comes in with six children. They are all whining, complaining, and touching everything they can find.)

Me: “Are they all yours?”

Customer: “Girl, you crazy!?” *she looks at the kids* “Two, Three and Five, raise your hands!”

(Three of the children raise their hands.)

Customer: “They’re my babies. The rest of these, I don’t know. They just follow me around!”