A couple weeks ago a woman I know--her kid is in LG's class--came over to pick up Tiny Boy's infant seat, which she's going to use for the newest addition to her family. I get rid of old stuff, she gets a carseat, win-win, right? So we're chatting about nothing much--kid sizes and all that--and she says, "are they related?" Huh?
I'm thinking, well, no, they're technically not biological siblings but who would ask that? So I say, "yeah..." And she says, "I mean, they have different donors, right?" Umm, again, yes they do. But who would ask that? And why? Just because my son has blue eyes and blondish hair and my daughter does not? And whoever said I used one donor, much less three, to have my kids?
Then, today, the handyman was here doing a bunch of stuff--including replacing the blinds that prompted the head-whacking incident of July--and he says "I've known you a long time [indeed, he has] and just assumed you were single." Yes, I say. "But you have a one-year-old?" Yes, I say, from the marvels of medical science. (And in my head: You know, because no single woman in the history of the universe has even gotten knocked up from sex.)
People are dumb. But at least I don't have to clean mini-blinds anymore.
I'm thinking, well, no, they're technically not biological siblings but who would ask that? So I say, "yeah..." And she says, "I mean, they have different donors, right?" Umm, again, yes they do. But who would ask that? And why? Just because my son has blue eyes and blondish hair and my daughter does not? And whoever said I used one donor, much less three, to have my kids?
Then, today, the handyman was here doing a bunch of stuff--including replacing the blinds that prompted the head-whacking incident of July--and he says "I've known you a long time [indeed, he has] and just assumed you were single." Yes, I say. "But you have a one-year-old?" Yes, I say, from the marvels of medical science. (And in my head: You know, because no single woman in the history of the universe has even gotten knocked up from sex.)
People are dumb. But at least I don't have to clean mini-blinds anymore.
Idiots.
ReplyDeleteIt's conversations like that that make me sit for hours with a cup of tea trying to come up with an all-purpose snappy comeback.
Yay for blinds that don't need cleaning!
Love,
Maddy
I just think sometimes people are ignorant when it comes to being inappropriate. Also, I think people are just curious.
ReplyDeletePeople have no filter these days - they just open their mouths and spout out anything that is ready to be said. Ignorance!
ReplyDeleteI really like the comeback when someone asks an inappropriate question (in theory, as I have not yet used it), "Why do you ask?"
ReplyDeleteIt's good that those questions came out. I mean, this is entirely their business and so yeah, they should know exactly how your children were conceived. I hope you also filled them in on your favorite sexual positions and the particulars of your banking information. Might as well leave no room for further inquiry.
ReplyDeleteOh, Augusta you are just too funny!!!
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