Thursday, July 24, 2014

Here's My Card...

Our friend Lindsey has been getting loads of attention on the Interwebs for her "Cards Against Harassment" website, and the videos she has posted of her confronting her cat-callers in Minneapolis. She has always been awesome, it is nice to see the rest of the world noticing.

 Her story makes me think that I need a set of cards to hand out to the strangers who feel the need to comment on the number/age/color of my children.  

Yes, I have my hands full!

No, the black one and the white one are not twins.  Heh heh heh.

No, the Mexican baby does not have my eyes.

No, I don't get paid well to take care of that child.  I don't get paid at all, as if it is any of your business.

Why doesn't his mom want him?  Did you really, honestly say that aloud in front of a child?

Are those my real kids?  Why I brought my fake kids.  The real ones are at home.

And for the last time, YES!  I know what causes that.  And thank you for asking in front of my children, who now really want to know what causes it, too.

Don't get me wrong...we usually get lots of smiles and nice comments when we are out and about.  If you want to tell me my kids are beautiful, or even better, well behaved, please do.  It makes my day.  I love when older men and women sigh and tell me that my brood reminds them of their kids many years ago.  And I know the makeup of our family sometimes makes people curious.  In general, I love to share about Safe Families and the wonderful bonus kiddos that we care for.  But every now and then we get the Target-shopper version of the nosy neighbor who feels entitled to the nitty gritty details of our lives because we don't all match.  That irks me.  And when they ask those questions in front of my children, it irks me a lot.  

What ever happened to keeping your thoughts to yourself and minding your own beeswax?  MYOB people.  MYOB.

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