Last week Ade and I went to the park with Yvan's brother for an afternoon.
While we were playing and running around a lady walking a dog approached us.
"How cute are you?" She said to Ade.
"Your just so cute that's what!". She continued.
We are used to this. We get it a lot!
Random strangers telling us how cute our wee son is.
And he is cute! Killer cute! Melt your heart cute!
Lock up your daughters cute! (I know he is only 2 but let me tell you he loves the ladies!)
The woman continued. "Is he adopted?"
"Yes he is." I politely replied.
Then this woman I have never met said to me:
"Does he have a mom and dad?"
Never in my life have I had to contain myself from going off on an all out tangent on someone.
"Yes, he does." I said through clenched teeth. "My husband and I are his mom and dad."
Then she kept on, "Oh, well you know what I mean! Where are his REAL parents? What happened to him?"
"Hmmmmmm", I thought to myself...."I don't know what you mean actually and why don't you just shove it your #$%!"
But instead I said, "I'm sorry we don't share his story with strangers."
I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just trying to educate myself!" She retorted.
"WELL I'M EDUCATING YOU RIGHT NOW ON WHAT YOU SHOULDN'T ASK PEOPLE YOU HAVE NEVER MET IN THE PARK WHILE WALKING YOUR DOG!" Is what I screamed inside my head.
Instead I said, "He doesn't know his story yet and so until he knows his past we aren't sharing with people. It will be his decision when he is old enough about what, if anything is shared."
She back offed a bit and tried to tell me some story about her brother's friend's niece's child who was adopted but I wasn't buying it.
I wished her a nice day and we continued on playing. It was the first time someone was so "in your face" about it.
Let the games begin!