August 03, 2009
Adults Say the Darndest Things
If you missed Bou's post about the family meal at the restaurant, go read it now. Good Grief! I can't believe the things people think it's okay to ask!
Her story took me back to the days when my kids were young. (no, nobody asked if they were both mine) My daughter drew attention merely because she was cute and she smiled at everyone. That was never an issue. But my poor son!
You see he was born with very red hair. I see a number of people in the world with red hair, but apparently no one else sees them. Whenever I took him out to the store we were invariably stopped at least 3 to 6 times (depending on the length of time we were there) by older ladies.
These ladies would spot my son, do a double take and proceed to make majestic leaps to block our progress. Once they had positioned themselves directly in front of the stoller (so I had to either stop or risk hurting my son when I ran them down like bowling pins), they'd proclaim at the top of their voices...
"OH MY GAWD! WHERE'D HE GET THE RED HAIR!!!!" (think Fran Drescher on steroids)
Then they'd laugh hysterically because... you know... He had RED HAIR.
My son hated it after he was old enough to understand what they were saying. He would never even look at them if he could help it. I'd be counting to 10, all the while reminding myself that they didn't know we'd already been stopped 15 other times by old women saying exactly the same thing. *sigh* Then I'd take a deep breath, smile and say, "I have no idea."
At about this time they all wanted to settle in for a discussion of genetics and traits. So I'd have to say, "Gee I'm sorry, but we really have to go now". They would then say good bye and go blithely along their way secure in the knowledge they had made my day because they noticed my son.
I guess it's a good thing I had my kids when I was way younger. I don't think I'd have the patience for that any more. Of course now days I'd have a stroller built like a tank and I could roll right over them...
Her story took me back to the days when my kids were young. (no, nobody asked if they were both mine) My daughter drew attention merely because she was cute and she smiled at everyone. That was never an issue. But my poor son!
You see he was born with very red hair. I see a number of people in the world with red hair, but apparently no one else sees them. Whenever I took him out to the store we were invariably stopped at least 3 to 6 times (depending on the length of time we were there) by older ladies.
These ladies would spot my son, do a double take and proceed to make majestic leaps to block our progress. Once they had positioned themselves directly in front of the stoller (so I had to either stop or risk hurting my son when I ran them down like bowling pins), they'd proclaim at the top of their voices...
"OH MY GAWD! WHERE'D HE GET THE RED HAIR!!!!" (think Fran Drescher on steroids)
Then they'd laugh hysterically because... you know... He had RED HAIR.
My son hated it after he was old enough to understand what they were saying. He would never even look at them if he could help it. I'd be counting to 10, all the while reminding myself that they didn't know we'd already been stopped 15 other times by old women saying exactly the same thing. *sigh* Then I'd take a deep breath, smile and say, "I have no idea."
At about this time they all wanted to settle in for a discussion of genetics and traits. So I'd have to say, "Gee I'm sorry, but we really have to go now". They would then say good bye and go blithely along their way secure in the knowledge they had made my day because they noticed my son.
I guess it's a good thing I had my kids when I was way younger. I don't think I'd have the patience for that any more. Of course now days I'd have a stroller built like a tank and I could roll right over them...
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The human race could be so mundanely predictable. Ugh.
Posted by: Erica at August 04, 2009 07:03 AM (f2hv8)
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I don't get it, the things people say. They don't think... they don't think about what it's like to be the other person. It absolutely blows me away.
Do people still stop your son and ask where he got his red hair?
Posted by: Bou at August 04, 2009 08:16 AM (vkUMO)
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Bou - LOL I don't know. At 6'4" he's a bit intimidating now so they probably think twice about it. But I'm betting that he gets more than his share of comments.
Posted by: Teresa at August 04, 2009 08:19 AM (epSz+)
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Unbelievable! Don't you wish just once you'd responded with 'where'd you get that big butt?'
LOL! That would have shut 'em up!
LOL! That would have shut 'em up!
Posted by: Pam at August 04, 2009 09:10 AM (l6NIn)
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