It’s a rare occasion when JF & I go shopping together but this weekend that’s what we did. We packed up the baby and the 2 year old and headed out to the mall to get new glasses.
It took a while – I decided I wanted glasses too – but the kids were behaving nicely so I didn’t mind too much until an older couple struck up a conversation.
“How old is the baby” asked the feller while peering into the stroller. “Almost 7 months!”
“And this beautiful girl – Hiiiiiii little giiiiirl – how old are youuuuuu?” Good luck buddy. My daughter is allergic to humans and a response from her you will not get.
“2 1/2! “
“Oh!” says the old bat, “I thought so! Such a big girl. You have a beautiful family, 2 gorgeous kids!”
“Thanks, I replied, and we have a 7 year old at home too” beaming like the proud momma that I am.
Thank you, strangers, for intruding on my sex life
My baby is almost 7 months old and I still have to snicker at people’s responses when they find out we have 3 kids.
Generally speaking if you’re over 18 and the father is not in jail people are excited when you have your first. The second? Awesome! They’ll be playmates and you’ll have a cute pair. Come the third though… well – read on to see what happens. Every time.
“Yes, 3 girls!”
“Ohhhhh….. was it an accident?” Here goes.
“No, they were all planned” <insert fake smile here>.
“Ohhhhh….. You must have been trying for a boy then?” Really, you’re going there? Le sigh.
“No Ma’am. I’m just glad they’re all human!” ’nuff said.