Okay, so I’m usually beyond the usual momcentric responses to SAHDhood enough to not have to blog about stuff when it happens, right?  But I had to write about this one.  :)

 

We were running late getting out of the house this morning (trying to rectify a DSL problem on the phone, dontcha know), so la dra. and I were rushing to get The Pumpkin ready for our daily chase-mommy-down-the-block-with-the-dog walk (we’ve graduated from the Bjorn to the jogger stroller, thank you very much—and she looooves it).  So after the walk, I take her to our favorite coffee house, where everybody knows her by name.  I’m in line and she’s walking up to the window to bark at the doggies outside, and two women I don’t recognize at tables by the window are, of course, remarking on how adorable she is.  And then one of them goes, “I think her shoes are on the wrong feet.”

 

Now, it wouldn’t have been the first time I’ve made her leave the house with the right on the left and the left on the right (usually happened with the lace-ups, not the velcro sneakers we’ve been sporting lately).  But I’m thinking back and trying to remember who did what this morning, and I’m thinking, I didn’t put her shoes on, did I?  So I chuckle and say, lightly, we were in such a hurry this morning that I don’t even know if it was me or my wife who put on her shoes.

 

And without missing a beat, the lady goes, “It was probably you.”

 

Excuse me?  

 

“No really, I think it might have been my wife this time.”

 

“No, it was you.  Women notice shoes.”  The other lady nods in agreement.

 

Okay, so, whatever.  I switched The Pumpkin’s shoes back onto the correct feet while she ate her bagel, none the worse for wear.

 

As soon as I can, back home, I call la dra.  “By the way, I can’t remember, who put The Pumpkin’s shoes on this morning?”

 

“I did.  Why, were they on backwards?”

 

A-HA!  See?  I knew it!

 

Those ladies at the coffee house, man....  Haters.