Today I took Maddie, my own little Swim Monkey to the pool at the gym. I watched her swim, splash, and go down the frog slide for about 30 minutes. Everything was perfect. She was having fun, I was relaxing. And from behind me, I hear this: "It's about time for you to have another one, isn't it?"
What?!? Surely he's not talking to me. I turn around. Yep, he's talking to me- I'm the only one around. This is wrong on SO many levels.
- I don't know him. I've never talked to this hairy-armed bald guy.
- Please don't suggest to me that you know my situation better than I do and that I should have another child before I'm ready, Mr. I'm going to inspire her to make more babies tonight guy.
- How does he know I'm not trying to have another and can't? I'm not, but he doesn't know that and that remark could really hurt someone if they were.
- I DON"T KNOW HIM!!
This list goes on and on. I turn back around to see if he's actually still there, waiting for an answer. He is. And as I prepare myself to blast him, I turn around with a smile on my face.
"No, it's not" And I go back to enjoying my day with my child.
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3 comments:
Thats a lot better than people asking when your due and your not even pregnant!!! That has happened several times!!
You go Girl!
That is just creepy on a lot of different levels. And so not like the rest of us hairy armed bald guys.
Namaste.
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