I really am his mom!

So, some of you read all about my "situation" last week.  I thought I would document the funny on here.  As a pre-side note, my brother in law says it figures that this would happen to me, one of the most unlucky women in the world!
Here is what happened.  Last week, while thrift shopping for a dresser for Tris, I went to the Salvation Army to browse.  I was only there for about 3 minutes as it is not very clean and I only wanted to look through the furniture.  I had Jax on one hip, and my purse in my other arm.  We walked in, walked in a circle around the furniture, and walked right out.  On the way out to the car, I passed a lady in her car who gave me a strange look.  She was on the phone with someone.  Jax started screaming just then b/c he didn't want to be put back in his car seat since he just got out.  I said "oh, baby!  Stop crying!".  Then I got in and started to back out.  The parking lot is really small, and not laid out very well.  An older man in his truck was waiting for me to back out so he could have my spot (I think!).  But, when I pulled out, he wouldn't move so I could leave the parking lot.  In my impatience, I gestured to him to move over so I could get out.  Just then, the lady in the parked car got out and ran over to the man in the truck and started rambling to him.  I slowly inched my way around the guy thinking he was a crazy old man.  I had to run a few more errands, but was home within 40 minutes of the "episode".

When I came home Jordan says "mom, a police man came over and wants you to call him as soon as you get home.  Mike says "What did you do now?", ha ha!  So, I call the police man and all the while Mike is gesturing "What?" to me.  The officer then tells me that an "anonymous older couple" called in to report a missing child and that they thought Jax was that child.  He wanted to come over and look at him and his birth certificate.  I assured him he could, but that I may have to search through my disaster of a closet to find it.  I told him he could come look at all his baby pictures, and compare him to his siblings since they all look alike too.  He said he believed me and didn't need to come over.
I was glad I didn't actually have to prove he was my child, and also appreciated that the police were so fast to respond to a tip about a missing child.  On the other hand, I wondered what made me look like I was such a hooligan!  I mean, lots of babies Jax's age look similar.  Was it that he doesn't look much like me?  Do I look like trouble?  Were the tipsters just frustrated with me for being impatient?  I'll never know, but I do know that he is my child through and through.  If there ever was a mommy's boy, he is it!