Okay, so I've gotten used to the fact that everywhere I go, people will complement me on how adorable my son is. And why shouldn't they? Look at the guy!!
(Doesn't his haircut make him look so darn old? Sigh. I don't want to talk about how much I miss his cute little curls.)
But yesterday, we went to dinner at a restaurant, where a complete stranger came up to me, smiling.
"You..." she began, and I mentally prepared myself to receive a compliment about my son (which I'm never sure about the proper etiquette concerning that--do I say "Thanks?" Like it's something I did?), "...are the cutest little pregnant lady ever!!"
Flabbergasted, I hurridly retraced my mental steps. "Oh, uh....Thank you!! Thank you so much!!"
Can you believe it? Not only did she call me cute, but LITTLE?! I could have kissed her. I'm still smiling about it.
(Doesn't his haircut make him look so darn old? Sigh. I don't want to talk about how much I miss his cute little curls.)But yesterday, we went to dinner at a restaurant, where a complete stranger came up to me, smiling.
"You..." she began, and I mentally prepared myself to receive a compliment about my son (which I'm never sure about the proper etiquette concerning that--do I say "Thanks?" Like it's something I did?), "...are the cutest little pregnant lady ever!!"
Flabbergasted, I hurridly retraced my mental steps. "Oh, uh....Thank you!! Thank you so much!!"
Can you believe it? Not only did she call me cute, but LITTLE?! I could have kissed her. I'm still smiling about it.
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And you are a darn cute pregnant lady! I agree.