You’ve been there before.
You’re walking into Trader Joe’s and a nice older gentleman stops to talk to your son.
You feel your heart racing, and your palms start to sweat as you wait to see how this all plays out.
“How are you little man?”
*crickets*
“What’s your name?”
*silent stares*
“How old are you?”
*child starts looking at his feet*
“What’s wrong with him?”
This one’s directed at you this time.
So you stammer over some words, blurting out something about how you’ve gotta get going cause you’re in a hurry.
You walk away, and all the things you wish you would’ve said come flooding to your mind.
DANG…. Why didn’t I say THAT?!?!
