Yesterday, I made a quick grocery store run to pick up a few staples, quick being the operative term here because Tallulah was unhappy and letting me know it.
I sat in my car for a few minutes to nurse her, hoping that would cheer her up, and it did – briefly.
I trudged on, even as she started crying as we made our way across the lot.
An elderly woman turned to ask, “Did you not bring that baby any nipple?”
Um, well, I was just feeding her in the car …
Her: Huh. (Long pause.) Well, have you tried a pacifier?
Me: (Shook my head non-committally …)
Her: (After a brief interlude) Harrumph. Well, she must just not like the color.
(What I’m thinking): What does she mean? The color of the pacifier? The color of her blanket? YOUR color?! Is that what you mean? Because by the look of disdain you’re giving me, I’m thinking maybe that’s what you mean. But surely not, because my baby is only 7 weeks old, and I can assure you I have not raised her that way. Is that what you mean?!
(What I say): Nothing. Not sure what she means or how I should react, I hold Tallulah closer and dart off through the produce section.
How would you have reacted?