I could seriously make this a regular feature -- we have so many crazy comments made to us because we are (a) fostering or (b) carrying around a child of a different race.
Most of the funnies happen in Publix because, apparently, if my life were a sitcom, Publix would be the main setting.
Here's a story from a few weeks ago:
All six of us were in Publix. This is worth noting only because it's a rare occurance that Eric is there. He took the three "big" girls to get their free cookie and I took off with our buggy (cart for you Northerners) laden with Sweet Cheeks at a breakneck speed trying to get all of my groceries before the rest could catch up with me.
As I start down the cereal aisle, I am stopped by a woman who is enthralled with Sweet Cheeks. She talks baby talk for a second, then looks at me and asks the situation (I can't remember exactly how she phrased that question). I explained that our family was a foster family. Here's the conversation from there (please note that everything in parenthesis that follows was only said in my brain and did not come out of my mouth):
Her: Oh, you should breastfeed her!
Me: (What did she just say?) Uh, huh.
Her: I do toenails at the Jockey Lot (again, Northerners, that's a Flea Market).
Me: Uh, huh! (GROSS, GROSS, GROSS!! #1: Who get's there toenails done at the Jockey Lot?? #2: The woman who DOES the toenails of people who get their's done at the Jockey Lot just touched my baby!)
Her: I was doing this lady's nails the other day, and she was telling me how she took this pill to start breastfeeding! I really think you should breastfeed her.
Me: Well, she's 8 months old. (No, way! I've seen what she does to a bottle nipple!)
Her: Well, I just think you should consider . . .
Me: (Are we really close enough to have this conversation?) Okay, thanks, bye-bye! (pushing the cart away quickly!)
Her: (Yelling down the cereal aisle) Here's a website: www.havenoideawhatshesaidafterthat.com
Me: Thanks! Bye!
Think I can't top that conversation?
Stop back by tomorrow!!