I blame my mother entirely (sorry mom). She carries a gene that makes weird, creepy or otherwise crazy people seek her out and talk to her.
I'm convinced, after today, that I've got it too!
I took both kids to the grocery store with me today and had the strangest run-in with a very strange lady. Note to self: dressing a baby girl in pink is NOT a clue to others that said baby is female.
We were shopping and this woman noticed Maureen in the infant seat. Keep in mind as you read the following that Maureen was dressed in a pink fuzzy snowsuit with ears on the hood and a pink knit hat.
Lady: Awww! How cute! How old is he?
Me: She's 2 months.
Lady: What's his name?
Me: Maureen.
Lady: What?
Me: MAUREEN.
Lady: I thought that was a girls' name.
Me: It is. My baby is a girl.
Lady: Really?
Me: Pretty sure.
At which point she just walked away.
It's that gene, I know it...
Monday, February 5, 2007
A Matter of Genetics
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3 comments:
Hahaha...I don't think its just you though, they manage to find me too! Once this dude says to me, "wow, what beautiful eyes your baby has, what color would you say they are?" ummmm...blue?
LOL, you should have said something like, "I think I'd call them cerulean..."
Just...~snark~
The Howler used to reduce large, tatooed, pierced, leather wearing biker-men to babbling idiots...scary as it is funny.
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