We live in a predominantly Mexican neighborhood. In other words, I believe we are the only white-people (love that term) around…
Our neighbors always speak English to us, which I love and appreciate.
The other day I saw my childless male neighbor at Costco. He hadn’t seen me since I gave birth. I was wearing Vivienne in the bjorn.
After he was finished checking out at the register, he came up to me and we had this conversation:
Him: May I see your baby?
Me: Of course! Her name is Vivienne.
Him: [after a brief pause as if he were contemplating his next statement…]
Me: Thanks! I hope you don’t hear her crying too much these days…
(because our sliding doors are open and you know… sound travels.)
Him: She cries a lot? Maybe she’s cold.
Ok? Really? It’s 80 degrees here right now. But ok.
Maybe she’s cold.