This morning in the co-op’s produce section, Lydia pointed at someone over my shoulder and cried, “Mommy! She looks like a monkey!” She was not using her indoor voice.
Just as I decided to ignore her remark and wheel the cart rapidly away, a woman began laughing behind me, so instead I turned around. Slowly. Sheepishly trying to muster up an appropriate apology.
But instead of, “I am so, so sorry that my daughter just, you know, said that thing about the monkey,” what came out was, “Boy, am I glad that that’s the look you were going for,” because, of course, the woman was wearing a knit cap that looked exactly like a sock monkey, round, brown ears and all. And she was buying bananas.
No wonder Lydia thought she was awesome.