The other day I was walking around our local mall with OBB in his stroller. As I passed through a children's shoe store, a lady in the store was gushing over OBB and then she looked up at me and said "Are you the baby's mother?" What??? Who else would I be? His grandmother? His babysitter? Did I not look put together enough to be his mother?
So that evening, as I was telling my Wonderful Husband about this, his reply was, "well honey, I guess she thought you were the hired help". Nice. That's exactly how I want to think of myself.
5 comments:
i think she was just trying not to offend you in case you weren't the mother...
That would have been a better answer for my husband to give...
I see how it is... you beat me in Scrabble and the gloves come off.
ahhh scrabble -- we should plan a game next time we're visiting together
nah, i prefer not to lose to 3 people. my fragile psyche can't handle it.
i used to be a contendah.
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