Could this place get any cooler?
I am especially fond of the multi-colored polka dot shirt.
You will find her at Ugly People
I didn't dare take a picture of the real one..
I was afraid she might clock me with her cane.
She could have looked over and grinned and made
some casual, funny remark about
screechy kids...(which I would have probably done)
Instead she said...THAT CHILD SHOULDN'T BE IN HERE..
In kind of an under-her-breath-just-loud-enough-to-overhear-it
kind of voice.
I was a little bit embarrassed until she walked away...
Wait- Wait- What was that noise?
Mimi & I look at each other puzzled...
She says- MOM!!! I say..MOM WHAT?
Well-what's that noise, MO-OM?
Huh? Was it thunder?
Was it? No it couldn't be THAT!
As she was walking away, still muttering
about the NOISE and BEHAVIOR of a one year old,
the purr of gas escaping continued to
ripple behind her rolling cart.
I lost all sense of being embarrassed about a screechy kid...
I now realized that the two of them probably had something
in common after all. They were both wearing diapers (I hope).
There was a part of me that just felt a bit sad for her...and...
we were trying not to laugh..because getting old ain't for sissies.
I am feeling a bit bad for her-had she been a tad kinder I
would have felt really AWFUL for her...
But-shame on me-I laughed....and laughed...and laughed...
we put our heads in between the rows of hanging things (Lord, please
let me know that they were clean things) and we laughed...and laughed...
as BabyE continued to screech and she continued to complain...and "toot"..
Two different "trains" on two different life tracks.
And...the monkey riding this train
will get cuter by the day...
Eventually the screeching will stop....
he will change and start growing up....
and he will start talking like a regular little boy..
After all-he only just turned one.
And Granny? Well, God bless her...
Her train apparently has a gas engine
rather than a steamer.