My guess is that she had kids and she really really really misses it. A short time from now, that will probably be us. She does sound a little nuts though.

I guess I'm just one of those new guys that gets bent out of shape and just doesn't accept things, but the last time "granny" said "it looks like it's daddy day with the baby," I usually reply with:

1. Oh look son, it must be field trip day for the old folks in the senility ward.
2. Shouldn't you be playing bingo?
3. What, is Florida full and isn't taking accepting old, crazy people anymore?
4. Why yes it is, just like everyday. Now how would you like to play a nice game of hide-and go f#ck yourself?
5. No habla old bitty.
6. Hurry on home. You wouldn't want to miss your stories.

No one just blindly walks up to my kid that I don't know. It's completely unacceptable. Hence my responses. But I don't have to use them often as I apparently come off as a rather intimidating person without resorting to words. In fact, I've only ever used number five. The rest are in the arsenal should they be needed.

-Will
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-My daughter is coming out of diapers and you're going back into them....
Chef Kev

Ask not what your country can do for you, Ask what can you do for your country

Anybody who knows the words to "hush little baby" has gotta be crazy. I get to diamond ring and start making shit up. I googled the lyrics and they are not what you'd expect...

Mama already bought the cart for the bull. Why should she have to buy another one for the horse? It sounds like sloppy songwriting on the part of mother goose. I ain't got money to keep buying crap for my baby. She doesn't need a dog that barks anyway. Spoiled kid!

One can also use the word "programs" as well as "stories."
(Personaly I favor stories.)

Fortunalty for me most the The Gratest Genration - or general buttinskies - in my area were to busing having their towns rased by the Nazis or running from Einsatzgroupen to give a hoot or a holler that I care for my daughter full time. I usualy get smiles and my daugter a wave. It could be they want to tel me something but that is the beauty of the language barrier.

Be Seeing You.

I was walking along a sidewalk one day with my daughter in her stroller (with the car seat inserted, so she was facing me as in a pram) when we came upon an elderly woman who was staring at me in what I must describe as a "furious" manner.

"What the hell did I ever do to her?" I wondered to myself. But, maybe I just inspire hositily; I shrugged to myself and committed to walk on by.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" from the old woman, who punctuated each blunt demand with a finger shake toward my face.

I ignored her commands, and put a consternated expression on my face as I approached closer, and began to pass by.

But I could not pass. "Stop! You just stop for one second!" Shocked by her intrusion into my perambulation with my issue I actually did stop, retaining the confused and now worried expression on my face.

She approached closer to me, looking me dead in the eye, and when she was next to the stroller she turned: "You must let me look."

She peeked in at Erin, who was sleeping, then turned back to me with a gummy grin. "You've just made an old woman's day."

With a pat on my shoulder she was gone, smiling to herself.

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I was at the optician's the other day and the woman working there, and a few patrons, couldn't tell what gender my kid was because she was bundled up for winter. Some thought boy; I said, "No, she's a girl."

"Dad, why didn't you dress her in pink?" says the woman.

"She's wearing pink under the winter fleece thingie," I said. As if 1) I need help dressing my daughter and 2) she has to wear pink all the time and 3) it's any of your business.

Ya know, all ya gotta do is ask whether it's a boy or a girl....

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In my minds eye I see my daughter turning around and saying "My daddy told me not to talk to strangers, or a**holes who get in other people' business."

db
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Mac (6), Tavie(4), and Buddy(3)
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