Back to the story at hand. We had been there for probably an hour. We weren't there on a mission, just a leisurely outing to pick up a few items, plus look at the kid toys per Avery's request.
Of course I'm biased and think my children are beautiful, but I was backed with other comments throughout our shopping experience. We enjoyed our normal shares of "how cute they are!" and "what a basketful of joy you have there!" followed with "such sweet siblings!"
On the way to the check out lines something cute caught my eye, so I veered to take a closer look. That's when it happened.
A woman started walking toward us, staring daggers right at Braden. I was a bit confused, but prepared myself to say 'thank you' to her assumed oncoming, "what a cutie" remark.
Then a grouchy mumble ensued as she continued past us, now making direct eye contact with me.
My gracious smile disappeared as her words sunk in: "that child's hair is entirely too long for him to be a boy!"
My mouth dropped open, and I was speechless. Who. Is. She. That she thinks she has the right to tell me how my son's hair should be? As I gathered my thoughts, I stared after her wondering if I should chase her down and inform her of all of her unfortunate style choices she had made that day.
That would make me just like her, so I didn't.
Then I decided that she was probably just jealous that Braden's blonde hair is his true color, and she will never get such natural looking curly locks.
But the mother in me still wanted to take her out back and show her a thing or two.....
