I just got sold
Today has been an interesting day. Logan slept in until 9am. Then took a marathon nap where I had to wake him so we could make it to the gym on time. I don't know if he's going through a growth spurt or what, but he's one sleepy kiddo.

He was getting a little grumpy by the end of my workout. We came home & the minute I take off his shoes & hang up the diaper bag, the door bell rings. Now, I don't like answering the door. If I'm expecting someone, that's a different story. However, I'm paranoid. I'm paranoid about some crazy person trying to get into the house. A criminal potentially surveying the house to see when Bill's not home. A missionary, even. But I'm mostly afraid of door to door salesmen.

I hate listening to their sales pitch while I'm trying to get a word in edgewise to say "No Thank You". I hate saying no, because I know what it's like to sell. It's an uncomfortable experience. It's just such a pain in the butt dealing with this.

So, the door bell rings & it's a milk man. He had just been at our neighbors house across the street & saw me come home. He wanted to know if we wanted a free half gallon of milk. He offered to give Logan a little bit of chocolate milk (which he's never had before, until then). Free milk? A sippy cup of chocolate milk for Logan? Sure! Why not! The guy was nice & it turns out that he delivers the same milk we get from the grocery store. We like to buy from the local free range, no hormone, organic farms. He was pretty excited to hear that we buy this particular brand of milk.

The next thing I know, we're getting signed up for milk deliveries. I was so confused as to how this happened. One second, Logan's drinking chocolate milk, then the next, the milk man is handing me all of these forms saying that our milk will be delivered next week. What?! This is why I don't answer the door.

I talked to Bill later in the afternoon & tell him what happened. "What?!", he practically yelled. I told him that we can cancel the service before it even starts. I didn't hand over any cash. He seemed to feel better about that. When he got home, he looked at the forms, laughing at how I got sold. "He must have been pretty good", he chuckled.

I swear, I'm never answering the door again.