Hey everyone! Blogging just a short and sweet entry today because Miss Joyful Mess is down with the flu. Yes that’s me. I don’t know why, but this year, I’ve been getting sick more often? Does it have to do with weaning from breastfeeding? Or else I’m totally blaming the haze.
Okay I digress. Something really embarrassing happened to me last Sunday at the mall.
Yuri’s usually in his best element when we’re in a mall. He’s just happy and carefree and doesn’t give us any trouble at all.
I don’t know what got into him last Sunday but he just wouldn’t stop crying. He was crying because I didn’t carry him – – and I rarely carry him when we go out because he’s getting heavier. Also, he prefers just running across malls.
That particular Sunday, he was on the verge of throwing a tantrum simply because I refused to carry him. To be fair (to me), we were on the way to the bank to withdraw money and I can’t do it with a 3-year old in my arms.
He didn’t throw a tantrum but he was just crying so loudly in the middle of the ground floor. So loud that a security guard nearby walked toward us.
I was about to tell him that I’ve got it but he didn’t look at me at all. He went straight to Yuri and asked him, “Bakit baby? May umaaway sayo?”
Of course, Yuri nodded and said yes.
There were some people who really stopped what they were doing and started looking at me. I, in a cute white sailor dress, was being (silently) accused of being a kidnapper.
To prove that I was indeed the mother without creating a scene, I simply walked away and Yuri scampered after me. Opo, ako po ang nanay.
The good news is that the security guards (or at least that particular one) were attentive enough to crying children and considered all possibilities, good or bad. It’s also a good call that he went straight to the crying kid and asked him what was wrong. After all, kids always tell the truth – well, in our case, almost always.
The bad news is that I had to experience it. Oh well, I guess I just have to be thankful they didn’t call the police!