It never fails to amaze me how many people are "anti-kid". I know, they're smelly and loud and they have no social graces, but that's part of their charm...right? Anyways...
So I had some grocery shopping to do today and decided to head to the local store here in Mont St Hilaire. Now, this is an IGA, but it's expensive, and although I am going there more and more lately, I usually only go in quickly for meat and produce. Because the store is kind of pricey, you can imagine that there are a fair amount of snobberinos that walk the ailes, so I always expect some looks when I come blazing in with my toddler and babykins. It's also predominantly French, so I also expect the classic looks you get from all the so called "patriotes" in the area, but I never expected those feelings to make their way down to my kids. (Or should I say up?...)
Hunter is the most social kid I know, he's walking through the ailes, pushing his adorable little cart, having a ball and shopping with me. He's well behaved and quiet (as quiet as a two year old can be) and enjoying himself. Suddenly, he decides that he's going to talk to EVERY person in the store, or as he put it, "I'm going to talk to all the peoples, mom." As we shop he says hello to literally every person, and attempts to strike up a conversation with them asking them such things as "Where are you going? Are you going to work? You coming to our house?" For the most part, people are gracious and try to respond to his questions, asking him the few they know in English, like "How old are you? and What's your name?" At this point, I'm loving his responses and seeing him being so articulate and completely abandon all attempts to stop him. But, surprisingly, many of the people, even old ladies, ignore his hellos. Even after he's repeated himself numerous times, they don't even look at him. I try to persuade him to speak in French, and even when he's said "bonjour" they just turn and walk away, as if he didn't exist. Thankfully, instead of crushing him, he responded with a shrug and a "the peoples don't want to talk, mom." I tried to be polite and told him that they were busy shopping and that some people don't like to talk, but what I really wanted to say was, "that guy's a jerk."
I'll never understand some people.
On a lighter note, here's a testament to the old adage that kids are always listening:
On the way home from the store Hunter fell asleep in the car and when I parked in the driveway he awoke suddenly asking "are we home mom?" When I said yes, he sighed and said, "I was only resting my eyes!" I love that little guy and I can't wait for Parker to start talking so I can hear the crazy things they'll say to each other!
Have a good weekend!
Awesome! I've always wondered why everyone in Quebec seems so crabby. I've had countless conversation with strangers in other provinces and in the states and the only thing I come up with is the language barrier. It throws people off so we prefer to exist in our anglophobic bubble. Still, how can you ignore an adorable kid like that?!
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