Not My Child

Sensing my amusement, the barista leaned over the counter and nodded suspiciously toward the far table where a girl sat slurping her hot chocolate with her mother. Under her breath the woman muttered, “You wouldn’t believe some of the kids that come in here.”

I raised my eyebrow sympathetically…

“You dont say!”

I paid and sat down.

I had a sneaky suspicion Id passed in this womans eyes as a have-it-together single lady who had never had a 4 year old throw a temper tantrum in the library.

…..or a two year old grab fist fulls of candy in line at the grocery store.

…..or carried a screaming child out of church

(as I did….ahem….yesterday!)

…..or lost complete control of all five of her children in a public place.

I didnt feel compelled to correct her misunderstanding.