Alternative Title: That Poor Child Needs Glasses
While walking back with Wyatt from the park this afternoon, a young gentleman (appeared to be a high school boy) in a truck pulls up beside me on the road and the following conversation takes place.
HIM: What’s your name? Do you live in this neighborhood?
HIM: Where do you go to school? What’s your name?
ME: MOM (pointing at Wyatt with a “what the hell” look on my face)
ME: MOM, that’s my name. This is my kid.
HIM: Oh, I thought you were a babysitter (total look of mortified on his face and he races off in his pickup)
To his credit – I was wearing purple Nike running shorts and a grey college tshirt. So I was dressed very similar to the way high school and TCU girls dress. And I had on large sunglasses that hid the dark circles under my eyes and the growing pores on my cheeks.
I was just sad he drove away so fast and I didn’t get the chance to tell him he was hitting on a pregnant lady in her 30s.