Thursday, September 22, 2005 - 7:16 PM PDT

Blech!

What was your response? :)

Thursday, September 22, 2005 - 8:36 PM PDT

Yeah. . .like Lisa said, what was your comment?? Did you not just KNOCK HER ON HER BUTT?!?!? Want me to come out there and do it for ya ;) Yikes!

Friday, September 23, 2005 - 5:38 AM PDT

Oh, oh, Wee Angry tendencies. No one will ever love you quite as much as that gorgeous little girl does right now. Small comfort when all you want to do is go to the bathroom without juggling a newborn and the toilet paper.

Friday, September 23, 2005 - 10:09 AM PDT

Evil. Pure and simple. Of course, all of this could have been avoided if she had been decked out in her pink and green hat and you in your matching pink and green purse. No gender confusion, for sure. And surely a grandmother wouldn't be toting such a fine purse.

Then again, you shouldn't need those contrivances.

That bitch.

Friday, September 23, 2005 - 12:02 PM PDT

I was in a good mood, so I just said cheerily, "No, she's my daughter." Secretly, though, I hope she gets really bad gas on her next date.

Friday, September 23, 2005 - 12:19 PM PDT

I swear, when my Julia was that age, I could have had her all decked out in pink with a giant pink bow on her head (not that I am a giant pink bow on the baby's head type of person, but for the purposes of this comment, we can pretend I am) and people would STILL ask me how old my son was. People are clueless and should be ignored.

That said, Target employees who make stupid assumptions about your age and baby's gender deserve to be smacked in the face with a giant pink bow. The foolish child got off easy.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005 - 8:46 PM PDT

Why, WHY would anyone make that kind of assumption -- and then actually give voice to it? Perhaps she is not old enough to learn you can't take anything for granted. Well I know it, for the same thing happens in our family. My husband is 43 and looks slightly older; I'm 31 and look quite a bit younger. We've had more people assuming he's my father and/or the kids are his grandkids than you can shake a stick at. Freaks me the hell out to have some well-meaning moron, with one misplaced comment, relegate me to the backwoods of Kentucky. The "husband" and "father" wires in one's brain are two wires that should never, ever be crossed, even for the briefest of moments. Gack.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005 - 8:53 PM PDT

Oh yes, and I forgot to say I can sympathize with the gender confusion issue, as well. Every time I leave the house lately someone calls my son "she." I guess the Beatle haircut throws them, but, Lord, step into the 21st century, people. Hair over an inch long does not automatically indicate female any more.