we (mom, moize, parker & i) just got back from the swimming pool where i had a most delightful encounter with a woman i will refer to as space #89. parker was happily playing on the stairs of the jacuzzi when 89 asks me: "how old is your child?" -only slightly better than how old is it?- to which i reply, "18 months." 89 turns to her boyfriend (#87) and says, "see i told you" and then looks at me and says, "you really should be more careful with her in the hot water, kids that age can't regulate their temperatures." i dumbly sputtered..."ok." gee lady thanks, i really appreciate a complete stranger giving me parenting advice! *thumbs up*
THEN later, we're sitting there and 89 & 87 are getting out to leave and she turns to me and says, "well, enjoy her now, 'cause when they grow up they get mean." i smiled and said "not all of them grow up mean." "YES-they do." mr. #87 helpfully says: "YEAH, 89 spent ALL day yesterday tie-dying with her daughter!" at which point I shuddered-oh the horror!!! actually i said, "how old is your daughter?" "10 & i have a 12 year old son." wow, i'm sorry you hate your children lady...that doesn't mean i hate mine.
THEN later, we're sitting there and 89 & 87 are getting out to leave and she turns to me and says, "well, enjoy her now, 'cause when they grow up they get mean." i smiled and said "not all of them grow up mean." "YES-they do." mr. #87 helpfully says: "YEAH, 89 spent ALL day yesterday tie-dying with her daughter!" at which point I shuddered-oh the horror!!! actually i said, "how old is your daughter?" "10 & i have a 12 year old son." wow, i'm sorry you hate your children lady...that doesn't mean i hate mine.