For example, one lady told me I was nuts to let my child wear anything but tube socks when it was so cold outside. She may be right, but I have never been upbraided on the type of socks my children wear--isn't that a bit--much?
One guy introduced my children to his Chihuahua named "Killer."
The other day I was out taking my kids to school in my huge enormous-est coat to maximize warmth and congenial feelings toward all I meet (especially my kidlets). And this elderly gentleman comes up to me and asks, "What do you do with your kids while you model on TV?" I just about burst out laughing and was slightly mortified at the same moment. It may have been more fitting, at the moment I am referring to, to imagine me as wild-haired teletubby (even though I know Teletubbies have no hair). The picture below may have been not quite how I looked, but similar to how I felt.
That strange guy that walks around Fifth Avenue like he owns it--that is as tall as an elephant (and I feel like the girl in the picture). Each and every time I have the strange sensation to ask him how the weather is up there and each and every time he has some odd thing to say. Last time I saw him he said, "Little Bo Peep and all her sheep." At that moment, I was shepherding my lambs (kids) home.
Sometimes the most practical thing to do is smile and nod--just smile and nod . . . and then chuckle about it in one's head as one walks away from the concerned people. Other times it is just fine to turn and walk away, like the Bo-Peep man.
Oh, and if we're talking one day and out of the blue I say something completely ridiculous, please do not take offense. Just smile, nod and laugh in your head and it is okay to think--I think M is having a bad day or a sugar low. She's not that crazy. Your forgiveness is greatly appreciated.
If you want to know where I got the pictures, click on them. :)
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