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Amy, Minneapolis, MN

Ewwww. That guy was way out of line. He reminds me of a weekend dad trying WAY too hard. But seriously...can he not hear himself? Maybe he was trying to come on t you through your beautiful, beautiful child.


Hey, thanks for the link... isn't that true, though? I kind of feel startled when I go out and the places are crowded. It's only then that I remember, oh, of course, it's a holiday, or it's the weekend :)

That guy was awful, to say the least. I haven't yet had a serious conversation with Kelvin about strangers who come up to us and start talking. It'll be sad to break his innocence in a way and tell him that there are "bad people" in the world. I know we'll have to do it sooner or later, especially because he's always so excited when someone starts talking to him that he just warms up to them immediately.

Yeah, IKEA, we all love IKEA as well :)



CLASSIC. I love this so much. I hope it sticks too. That is absolutely the right thing to do.


Ooops! Typepad ate part of my comment, I was talking specifically about this:

Later I explain to Sophia: "That was what we call an asshole, honey. When you run into an asshole, what do you do? You don't argue. You don't yell. You just get away, quickly and cleanly as possible."

Cat, Galloping

one of the things i like about having a boy is the chance to raise one that's not an ASSHOLE. jeeeeeeez.


Why do the hair dye accidents always happen in rented residences? I once lost a security deposit over an unfortunate incident that involved henna splattered all over the living room ceiling....


"The blue eyes phenomenon" -- that makes feel really guilty for being disappointed that my son has brown eyes. I'll try to get over it, or at least not to let him know. But maybe it's different for boys? No, come to think of it, I KNOW I've commented on little boys' blue eyes. (But I've never, ever, called a baby "hot," I promise.)


Ew. We run into those guys a lot. They get really bent out of shape when you say things like "That's not an appropriate way to talk to my kid."

We moved to CO from NY a few months ago, and everybody here has blue and green eyes. They comment on Mad's pretty brown ones all the time. Regional thing, maybe?


Ew, indeed. That's worse than they guy who remarked that Hannah "looked like she was playing spin the bottle" when she dropped a ketchup bottle in the supermarket.

I have an aunt who mistakenly picked up a bottle of Nair instead of shampoo and applied a thick heapin' helpin' to her head before realizing her mistake. She turned out fine. I'm sure you will, too. Maybe. :)


It's not that blue eyes aren't beautiful, or that one should never comment on a baby's appearance (um, to compliment it, of course) -- just that I'm sort of hyperconscious that in our culture, a certain type of appearance seems to merit a certain strength of response, you know?

Of course I, as a child, was often complimented on the brownness of my skin. (Absurd if you know me now, in my pasty glory.) This was the seventies and early eighties, when "sunscreen" meant "coconut oil with iodine" and "limiting sun exposure" meant "using your bathing suit strap to check your burn level"....


Oh, and I now have very normal-looking brown hair with only the faintest blue tinge and no bald spots. Go Clairol.

Rosemary Grace

So does your hair look like one of those birds who is mostly brown until the sun hits them juuust right, and they have a blue iridescent sheen on their feathers?


Our daughter has a rather large birth mark on her forehead, along with an infectious smile, brilliant blue eyes, and cheeks to die for. She gets a lot of comments, and a lot of people remember her.(she is very social. she'll hug you if you stand still long enough)
She is 13 months old and I am struggling to come up with the best response to "What's wrong with her head???" I don't want her to feel like there is anything "wrong" because there isn't. But I don't want to ignore what I am sure she'll eventually take notice of. I am considering the "Honey, remember when we talked about assholes? That's one of them!" Thanks!!!!!

ps- we too were in Ikea over prez day weekend- only in Seattle!


"What's wrong with her head?"



Yeesh. Assholes indeed.


Creepy, creepy, creepy man. I bet he doesn't have a wife, I bet he has a barely legal girlfriend, who he exchanges frequently for a new one. Aaaack!

The whole blue eyed thing is so weird. I have twin boys with hazel eyes, and every time my MIL picks N up, she is convinced that his eyes look blue, while D's eyes are brown, when the only thing about the two of them that is the same is their eyes. Why is is it so important that they look blue? when the bluest they look is a kind of greyish green? By the time our kids are old enough they will have probably invented some kind of eye drops that can tint your eyes whatever you want temporarily or something anyway.


Hey, we were at Ikea (the suburban one) on Monday too— because we thought (heh) it would be empty.

Perhaps it's volatile Phila. blood that runs thorough my veins but boy-oh-boy I would've spat out something to Monsieur Mairde just to see *him* squirm a little. Maybe a very curt, "Are you sexualizing my infant daughter?" in an icy, icy voice.

What a sleazy guy. Yuck.

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