The scene: a playground near my home. The cast: a gaggle of Mommies chatting about 10 feet away, my wonderful mother-in-law, myself, and various kids.
Mom 1 (gesticulating): . . . The girl did such a great job, it's all layered. This was the best haircut she ever got. It's totally perfect.
Mom 2: It frames my face. My husband says it makes my face look fatter. I said, y'know what, I am fatter. I'm pregnant, so I got some extra.
Kid on swing: Aaaaaahhh!
Mom 2: Coming honey!
Mom 3: She actually said that?
Mom 2 (distant): Oh, he's a nice man, usually.
Wonderful mother-in-law (rolling eyes): Imagine being 40 years older and listening to this.
Me: This is why I can't make friends with other playground Mommies.
Mother-in-law: I know, dear.
it's no better when you're a stay-at-home dad and you hear that kind of conversation. i guess if i doubled my weight and halved my intelligence, i'd fit in better :-(
snobbish? no: i'd just prefer some intelligent, meaningful conversation.
Posted by: andrew | April 26, 2004 at 11:40 PM
You're invited over to our playground anytime.
Posted by: Inland Empress | April 27, 2004 at 08:50 AM