On Sunday we went to Whole Foods, I did not fit in because I wasn't wearing Birkenstocks.
Landon hadn’t had his nap yet, and he was kind of ornery. He didn’t want to ride in a cart, and instead insisted on walking down each aisle counting the lights. (He counted to 13 before he got stuck…he started at 7 instead of 1, but that’s neither here nor there.)
As we were checking out, Landon decided the play with the part of the cart that swings so that it can join other carts in the line. And I told him twice not to do it, and then decided that it wasn’t life threatening and he would just have to pinch himself and see that it hurt to learn his lesson (this is rather than pick him up and fight him about it, loudly). Natural consequences and all that.
Instead, I got accosted by a lady who was all “Ma’am!” (Again with the ma’am crap.) "An INJURY is about to occur!" As if I had been standing there picking my nose. I was all, "Yeah, I know, I told him." And she looked at me like I was stupid.
But you know what? He didn't pinch himself, because he's a careful kid. He always has been. When he’s upstairs in his room by himself and decides to come down, he yells from the top of the stairs, that he’s coming down, and that he’s holding on to the rail or that he’s on his tummy. At the very least, he’s alerting us, so that we can stand at the bottom of the stairs and catch him if we need to. He investigates things carefully, he doesn’t put strange things in his mouth, and he gets visibly upset if it appears that one of his toys is in jeopardy of being broken.
I’m glad she’s sitting at the door of Whole Foods, giving $1/minute foot massages AND looking out for all the kids whose Moms are too busy to notice them. Because if there’s a subset of this community whose parenting skills need to be called into question by someone who just looked up from a book 2 seconds prior to making that judgement, it’s the people at Whole Foods. [Tongue planted firmly in cheek.]