A few months ago, my husband started a new job. His office isn’t particularly close to our house though. Because of that distance, and for various other reasons, I had never gone to visit his new digs with the kids. None of those reasons being that I was hoping to drop 20 pounds before meeting his new co-workers.
But, today he asked that we come up so I could hang some pictures for him and so he could introduce us to the people he hangs out with all day long.
I did my best to make the kids look presentable, I flat-ironed my hair, made up my face, and spent a half hour deciding what to wear. Though, that outfit turned out to NOT be good enough, so I stopped at a department store on the way to his office to buy a new shirt.
After we parked, I wiped off my son’s face and made sure my daughter’s hair wasn’t sticking out in all the wrong places.
But, I forgot to tell my son not to make comments about what people look like.
The first person we saw was the middle-aged receptionist, to whom my son quickly referred to as, “Grandma”.
And, the second person we met was a lovely lady whose face my son crept close to, then he looked her in the eye and said, “You have a little, little, little mole.”
I should’ve known that with my kid around, the least of my worries would be what I looked like.