I just got back from a kid-friendly birthday party for a friend of ours who just hit the big 4-0 mark. The party was great, but that's not what I want to talk about.
After the party was over, we walked back to the car, with Rubberbaby in the baby-carrier on Rubberwife's chest. Rubberbaby was very tuckered out from the afternoon's frivolity, so he had his head cocked to the side and was lolling away in dreamland.
As we crossed the intersection a woman in a van turned left just next to us. She slowed down and rolled down the window and yelled at us: "IS HE SLEEPING?!"
Rubberwife says, "Uh, yes."
The woman says, "Okay" and drove away.
What the hell did she THINK our baby was doing? Afterwards I wished I had the time to have yelled back: "No. He's dead. We're just walking around with him like this, you STUPID hag!"
What gets into people's heads? Mind your own business, all you do-gooder busibodies!
Geeeez!
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