I guess I’m not as balanced as I thought…
The Girl and I went to the store today, and were waiting in line. She, grinning at people as they commented on her rare beauty and cheerful disposition. Me, answering questions about her age and offering sardonic commentary about her cheerful disposition.
Until the kind lady in front of us said, “Oh, my grandson is that same age! In fact, he’s having his birthday party next week.” And then, to Ella, “You’ll have to meet him. His name is Will!”
Fortunately, she walked away while I was still aghast, and before I had time to decide if I should tell this poor unsuspecting person about our Will. Instead, I just pulled Ella close and cried for a minute.
I wonder if people wonder why I do that sometimes. Or if they even notice.