Friday, October 23, 2009

I'm an Old Persons Nightmare.

The place I take the Twinlets to "tumble" is in a building that also happens to house the Senior Citizens Center. On one hand you think great, old people love babies, it brightens their day, and for us, it's a double dose. On the other, they are crotchety and have no censors.

We've been doing these classes for 5 or 6 weeks, and the old people that sit at the door have come to know us....

"Here come the Twins"
"Make room for this lady and her stroller"
"Different color bows today"

Some even know the girls by name. (Although quick to point out that their names don't match like most twins do) They want to touch, and coo and wave, and have them wave back, they tell me stories of how they always wanted to have twins, to be a twin or how they have even lost their twin. I smile, I listen and for the most part, I thoroughly enjoy making them smile and hearing their stories.

Something I have learned, even from when the Munchkin was a baby, is that Old People like to see a baby that is bundled. They don't want to see toes, or an uncovered head and for the love of Pete, they better have on a coat if it's less than 65 degrees outside. This week, the old people turned on me.

Instead of the copious amounts of attention and love they typically shed on the girls, today it was directed at me, and it wasn't love. For you see, 2 pair of socks, and 2 pair of shoes (and bows, and face wipes and....... ) when leaving the house is just not in the cards. I stick them in the diaper bag and sock and shoe (and hair bow and face wipe) appropriately when we reach our destination, except for our tumble class. We get out of the car, we go straight into the building where we proceed to remove socks and shoes. Why bother?

This week, it really wasn't that cold outside. A little on the cool side, but not cold. But when you couple 4 bare feet, with 2 damp heads (they have crazy curls, I'll take a picture and show you why we can't leave the house with bed head) you open yourself up to a plethora of criticism, including my favorite, you've all heard it....

"Those girls are going to catch a death of a cold...."

I smiled, and I tried to be polite until the 3rd person decided to make mention about those "cold little toes." I politely explained to the lady that we already have the swine flu, and I didn't think bare toes and a wet head would make that much of a difference anymore.

Five bucks says that lady will be wearing a mask and avoiding my kids next week.

4 comments:

Ann On and On... said...

LOL! It is crazy the amount of unsolicited advise we receive....(something I have been working on)

I think you handled it perfectly!

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Rachel said...

I love it!! And it's too true - old people are obsessed with ensuring that if children die, it will be by a heat stroke, NOT cold.

Jayme said...

LOL that's awesome. I am a night owl and frequently take my twins out in the middle of the night when they're both awake and so am I for some shopping while my husband and the others sleep and often get lectured for that.

Devilish Southern Belle said...

Haha, what a great comeback! I always got stares because my very hyperactive boys refused to be bundled. We'd leave bundled, but they were hot natured and sweating by the time we reached our destination. And really? We only ever went from warm house to warm car to warm destination. It's not like they were sent to play in the snow with only one layer.

They're teens now, and still won't wear more than a hoodie at most.