I was in line today at an outdoor hamburger restaurant, Wes and Charlie standing nicely by my sides, James in the carrier, when a woman in front of me turned around to face me. Mouth slightly ajar she looked from Charlie to me to Wes and then back to James and said "THREE boys?!"
"Yup!" I said proudly.
Then she made a noise of disgust. Like UGH, but more guttural.
I stood there, wide eyed. What the hell, lady!
She explained "I have two and I'm losing my MIND! I can't imagine."
It was not a tone of admiration.
I did not like this woman. I did not like this woman at all.
First of all her two year old would not stop darting around the sidewalk back and forth, back and forth, getting dangerously close to the parking lot and it was making me really nervous. And second, she had just insulted MY FAMILY, right in front of MY KIDS who understand every single thing anyone around them says. I should know, Charlie sings along with Pink "Don't get fancy, just get dancy!" Which is hilarious, but not grandparent-appropriate.
How could I simultaneously and politely reassure my kids and tell Ms. Busybody to shut her yapper?
I smiled and said "Oh, but they are such good boys!" then gave them each a squeeze on the shoulder.
I was still smiling as she wordlessly turned around to order her lunch.
(She does not need to know that Charlie lost the privilege of talking in the car on our way home.)