i'm sorry, i can't hear you...

ever notice how people STARE when a child is acting out? i sincerely do not understand why this occurs. out of awe? do they wish they were me? do they think it helps the situation? makes it easier on child and parent? or maybe they think they can ESPN style, drill the know-how into our peabrained little mind how to make our adorable little rugrat shush. (obviously, according to them, we haven't got a clue) i think that's closer to the mark.

well, i had a moment like that today. after leaving the salon, my youngest decides that yep, here and now, it is the time to throw a fit. why? his flip flops (which i warned him about, mind you) have fallen off for the last time due to those socks he wanted to wear with them. while all i want to do is say i told you so, i could see from the reaction that this was the last straw for his overwhelmed mind. quick response led me to pick up the shoes, pick up bubsy and start walking the short, and yet ever so long, 200 yards to the exit. (insert escalator and two long straightaways) the entire way, and i mean the ENTIRE way was littered with people who turned just as we were about to pass. i know they couldn't help but miss him (swinging hands, screaming like a banshee, flailing feet) but do they really have to stare? so like any good mother, i pasted a smile that said "what? is there something wrong?" and walked the plank with my head held high. if i were Miss America that attention would mean i get a crown and roses at the end of my walk. pshaw, if i can handle this, i can handle ANYthing life throws my way. i love children.