Parenting and family, served with a shot of vodka
This morning, my 2-year-old and I ran a few errands before we went to the children’s singalong at the library.
As we were leaving the post office, which is in a strip mall, a woman sitting across the way was muttering to herself. Then she started screaming: “WHO ARE YOU?! WHO ARE YOU?! WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT BABY?!”
Clearly, she wasn’t all there, so I just tried to get my daughter in the car quickly in case things got weird(er). Suddenly, the woman started screaming, in increasing volumes, “ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLLLLLE!!!!!”
I mean, it was only 9 a.m. I wasn’t even caffeinated enough to be an asshole by that time. I just needed some flippin’ stamps to send stuff out for my son’s Sticker Club.
So, I sped up the car seat buckling process, and cheerily talked to my munchkin in an attempt to cover up the obscenities.
But, my wee one is quick on the draw, and at the age where she loves to be loud. So, she responded by yelling, too. And I bet you can guess what she was saying…
So, yeah. It was pretty awesome.
Luckily, once we got to the library, there was plenty of stuff to fill her brain, so I’m hoping she forgot the new word she learned today. But if she does happen to bust it out in public at some point, well … that will be a blog for another day.