ghetto superstar

Since I am Claire's milk supply, she is coming with us on our trip to the Bahamas, making her the littlest person ever to need a passport. We've have been spending WAY too much time lately in the downtown Fort Myers ghetto trying to get this accomplished. Today was our third try and once again we struck out. First I need to get a copy of her birth certificate so that I can get her passport. Sounds easy enough, right? We went today and spent two hours in the waiting room at the vital statistics office trying to get a copy. I left the house at the crack of dawn so that I could get there early and avoid the wait. We got right in and filled out the forms, paid and were all ready to go until.........the printer brokedown!!! We waited for two hours with all of the riff raff (my favorite was the three year old girl wearing NOTHING but a diaper and drinking coke out of a bottle accompanied by her hair net wearing father and playboy bunny diaper bag carrying mother) that frequent government offices until I finally decided to try again tomorrow, which will be our fourth attempt at getting this done. Luckily, Emma was in school and Madeline is the comedian in the family who kept everyone in the waiting room entertained. She was actually disappointed when it was time to leave. She could've sat there all day putting on a show for her admirers. I, on the other hand, thought "I could sit here for another hour and MAYBE they'll get the printer fixed or I could go to Old Navy for an hour before Emma gets out of school." You guessed it....Old Navy won!!