The scene is simple. And frequent as it takes place in Target (a.k.a. My Own Piece of Heaven) The props are my own sweet girls and some other exasperated lady and her incredibly annoying disobedient 3 year old son. The time was obviously nap time, mealtime or just plain spoiled time. I cannot confirm which one as I was not the parent of the said annoying disobedient 3 year old. But I was annoyed because he kept chucking gum at me while she chatted on her cell phone and Linley wanted to know if that was OK to do in Target? (FYI: No)
Exasperated lady: why are your girls so good?
Me: I am just lucky (and we discipline, but no reason for me to judge eh?)
Exasperated lady: I guess so! They are cute...is that one bald? It looks bald. Is it a boy?
Me: ( really? did she really say that?) yep. Shes bald. And wonderfully obedient.
Exasperated lady: Shes about six months right? No? Shes almost 1? Is she OK? She must not be OK if she is so small and bald.
Me: (jeez...) She has Leukemia
Exasperated lady: (Gasp) That's not funny!!!
Me: We don't think so either.
Seriously??? We changed lanes pretty quickly and I muttered a lot under my breathe. It wasn't until I was retelling this story to my family that I saw the small amount of humor in her rudeness. But I was left imagining how hard that conversation would have been to explain to my 5 year old if it were her as the subject. Thankfully Piper was unaware and still gave Miss Exasperated Lady one of her gummy smiles. Traitor.