My trip to the grocery store brought an interesting conversation. As we were leaving and all three kids were either sitting in or riding on the sides of my cart, a cute elderly man (as a sidebar, when do people become “cute” rather than simply old…not sure) sees us and the following conversation ensues:
Cute elderly man: You sure have three cute kids.
Me: Oh, thanks.
Cute elderly man: My daughter has two kids, and I thought she had her hands full…woah
(note–I do have three kids under 6, but I also had three kids under 4–I did have my hands full then. And, I guess I do now as well. But, it’s not as if three young kids is unheard of. I mean, Erika has three kids 2 and under–now that’s crazy)
Me: Well, yeah, I guess so.
Cute elderly man: They are too well behaved. You must beat them.
(Okay, the conversation has gone south. What in the world am I supposed to say now? That is one of the strangest comments I’ve ever heard. In the second that I’m considering my response, I am fully aware that Ashlyn’s head injury is looking pretty gross today—darker and scaly since the glue is probably going to fall off in the next couple days)
Me: (chuckling sort of) Well, you’ve caught me at a good time. They aren’t always this good.
(quickly walking out the door)
Very odd conversation.
Note. The attached picture is not THE cute elderly man from the store. But, I thought he was A cute elderly man that looks strikingly similar to the one today. And, I had to post a picture because posts without pictures are not nearly as fun posts with pictures.