Today Savannah and I visited our local Bullseye to do some shopping for a baby shower I'll be attending this weekend. We got there printed out the registry and began shopping for things that had nothing to do with our mission. Somehow we ended up in the shoe section. I found some super cute sandals for the both of us. Her sandals were on sale for like seven bucks. Great deal.
Anyway, after we did a little shopping for ourselves we drifted over to the baby section to pick out a gift for my newest nephew. After selecting a few things we went over to the greeting cards and gift bags. This is where our moment with a well meaning stranger (read moron) happened.
There were some stickers hanging on the end of the aisle near the cards for baby boy baby showers. Ever since Savannah was potty trained she has a strong affection for stickers. We used them for her potty chart. So whenever she sees stickers she says "stickas stickas". Yep. She double times it. So while I was trying to pick out the perfect card she was pointing and saying "stickas stickas" in hopes of maybe taking some home.
Enter the well meaning stranger. Her voice sounded like a judgemental substitute teacher. "What is she talking about?" I responded. Oh, she's showing me the stickers. "How could you possibly know that?" Well, because she's saying stickers and pointing to them. Insert my blank stare. "It sounds like a bunch of baby talk to me. Do you speak baby?" I grabbed a card and pushed my cart to the next aisle. As I'm walking away I heard her tell her male companion "Only babies know what they're saying. Adults can't understand."
Now. As Moms we all know what our kid is saying most of the time. Baby talk or not. This is my first kid so I won't assume to know everything but I do know that if my kid is pointing to stickers and saying "stickas stickas" chances are she's talking about stickers. The lesson that I learned today was "Never engage in a conversation with a well meaning stranger (read moron)." Especially the judgemental ones. Some strangers have no shame. To make matters worse when I got home I realized that I forgot to buy lotion. Why did I forget? Because I got sucked into a small chat session at the end of my trip that irritated me and distracted me from my mission. Sigh.
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