The other day we were in Walgreens, when an old lady walked by your stroller and said, "OH. MY. GOSH." Then she just stood there staring at you. I was a little taken aback by this reaction to my child and slightly concerned. Were you bleeding? Were you covered in poop? Had you spewed sweet-potato-colored spit up all over yourself? (Wouldn't be the first time.)
I glanced at you, and everything appeared to be just fine, so I questioningly looked back at her.
"He has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," she said in an awestruck voice.
Then today, we were out for a jog. Our apartment is right by a high school, so there are always teenagers hanging around. As we were waiting at a cross walk, a couple of teeny bopper girls came up behind me, and suddenly one of them said to me, "Um, not to be weird or anything..."
She paused, and I started imagining the worst for how she was going to finish that sentence. Was my underwear hanging out? Did I have a grass stain in an unfortunate place? Was I dragging toilet paper on my shoe?
I looked at her, and she continued, "...but your baby has the bluest eyes I've ever seen."
Thank you, Katie!!
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