I'm not a mom, but I often get mistaken for one when I have Viola with me.
"Your daughter looks just like you!"
"How old is your daughter?"
"You look great for having such a young child!"
I got that all the time with Trina when she was 2 and 3. I was 19, but looked 16, and got mistaken for a young single mother on more than one occasion. I got many comments, some rude and some sweet. Now it's Viola that gets pegged as my daughter. Thankfully I don't look 16 anymore, especially since I'm 23, and can pass for a mother a little easier.
Last week Alicia and I took Viola out for lunch at a little Mexican food place while Trina was at school. The sleepy girl was in dire need of a nap, but needed to eat first. Our food came quickly and she eagerly dug into her rice and beans, completely ignoring her quesadilla. The three of us girls giggled and talked as we ate. Viola went between sitting and standing on the bench, bringing her food with her and making a mess.
There were two guys sitting in the booth next to ours. They were talking about the Holy Spirit and other serious topics. These conversations were all happening while Viola was making faces at them and attempting to play peek-a-boo. The guys smiled and continued on with their conversations. At one point, Viola was standing on the bench holding her quesadilla, which was covered in rice, and was waving it around. She proceeded to hit the guy in the back of the head with it, leaving a trail of rice stuck in his hair and on his collar. She froze before pulling the quesadilla back to her and sitting down. I froze and had no idea what to do our say. This complete stranger had Viola's rice stuck in his hair and there was no way I was going to get it out. That would be awkward!
He turned around as Viola jumped up. I apologized a million times, but informed him that I would not be getting the rice off his head. Vi continued to make faces and chat with the guys.
"It's ok, I have young kids, too," was his response. He laughed about it as he brushed the rice out of his hair.
Alicia was laughing so hard, Vi was in the tired giggly state of messily eating, and I was mortified.
"How old is your daughter?"
"You look great for having such a young child!"
I got that all the time with Trina when she was 2 and 3. I was 19, but looked 16, and got mistaken for a young single mother on more than one occasion. I got many comments, some rude and some sweet. Now it's Viola that gets pegged as my daughter. Thankfully I don't look 16 anymore, especially since I'm 23, and can pass for a mother a little easier.
Last week Alicia and I took Viola out for lunch at a little Mexican food place while Trina was at school. The sleepy girl was in dire need of a nap, but needed to eat first. Our food came quickly and she eagerly dug into her rice and beans, completely ignoring her quesadilla. The three of us girls giggled and talked as we ate. Viola went between sitting and standing on the bench, bringing her food with her and making a mess.
There were two guys sitting in the booth next to ours. They were talking about the Holy Spirit and other serious topics. These conversations were all happening while Viola was making faces at them and attempting to play peek-a-boo. The guys smiled and continued on with their conversations. At one point, Viola was standing on the bench holding her quesadilla, which was covered in rice, and was waving it around. She proceeded to hit the guy in the back of the head with it, leaving a trail of rice stuck in his hair and on his collar. She froze before pulling the quesadilla back to her and sitting down. I froze and had no idea what to do our say. This complete stranger had Viola's rice stuck in his hair and there was no way I was going to get it out. That would be awkward!
He turned around as Viola jumped up. I apologized a million times, but informed him that I would not be getting the rice off his head. Vi continued to make faces and chat with the guys.
"It's ok, I have young kids, too," was his response. He laughed about it as he brushed the rice out of his hair.
Alicia was laughing so hard, Vi was in the tired giggly state of messily eating, and I was mortified.
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