This morning I left pretty annoyed, however. I'm in line for some delicious blueberries at about 7:15 and this woman I've never seen before looks at Ethan and says to me, very concerned, "He's yawning." Yes, I know.... I sort of half smiled and finished paying for my fruit, as she walked away saying, "He must be wondering, 'Gosh, Mom [meaning me], what are you doing to me?'"
While I am well aware that "it takes a village to raise a child" (and I agree), I would at least like to invite people into my village before they help me raise him! They should at least be villagers from the Jones-Jewett clan. I had lots of fun on the way home imagining what I could have said if I had the guts - like, "He woke me up an hour ago, so I'm punishing him by bringing him to the land of fresh produce. Call DCFS!"
I'm over my passive-agressive rant now. Thank you for reading. :) Luckily Ethan isn't too concerned. He's busy with other things, like the book that his Auntie Karen and Uncle Ron brought him last weekend.


1 comment:
it's an amazing thing how everyone, even people we don't know, feel entitled to both having AND sharing their opinion on our parenting.
little does that woman know that ethan is the luckiest little boy in the world!
however, i'm composing retorts in my own mind! like, "isn't it just wonderful how relaxing he finds the farmers' market?"
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